Uh uh    Outlawz    Who    Why don't y'all niggas move the fuck over for a minute    Let us get in    Time's up    Outlaw nigga       Verse 1: Napoleon       I was trained to bang    Your life over    Catch a game that Pac told you    Fast lane    Can't stay sober    Get the money    Then flip it over    But honeys we lace that    Nigga we stay strapped    You take another step and I'll move you 8 back    For the money I mean mug    You hog and I'll hold a grudge    I'll meet you in the parking lot    Handle some mutha fuckas    Solution, there ain't none    Nigga I can't run    It's something gonna be done    Then fuck it lets dump some    You wastin your breath    And I'm surprised there's some left    I got my nine on your chest    And you got your mind on your gat    And I got this shit up inside of me    Holdin on like its riding me    Telling me to get this money    Fuck y'all 'cause you trying me    I bust yall    'Cause you eyeing me    What dog    It's inside me    I blame my shit on society    Stackin money inside of me       Verse 2: Edi       Where the fuck is my niggas at (right here)    Where the fuck is my bitches at (right here)    For the live    We about to enter this game one more time    Now uh    Throw up your mutha fuckin hood and make it shine    And a    Give up the mutha fuckin goods 'cause they mine    Uh huh    We done forgotten    Dirty niggas from the block    Rotten    Leaving niggas rotten    It's a mutha fucka plottin    Uh huh    We keep it poppin like pussy in the south    Disrespect the Lawz    And we'll see fifty to your mouth    We the OUT-LAWZ!    Damn right    Stand Tight    We the OUT-LAWZ!    Smackin these niggas who can't fight    OUT-LAWZ!    Nigga we don't give a what!?    OUT-LAWZ!    Remember we Hit 'Em Up       Chorus: Kastro (Young Noble)       How many mutha fuckas here    Gonna show no fear    When there's death in the air    My man    I seen to many crack    Soon as they seen a gat    Even though they be strapped    That ain't G (That ain't G)    I've been all around the world    In every hood that stir    Without a worry in the world    That's me (That's me)    And this Outlaw gang    Gonna do a Outlaw thang    Till we six feet deep    Six feet deep (Six feet deep)       Verse 3: Kastro       I wake up with a new 4    Sleep with 2 4    And a 12 gauge pump    Waiting for something to jump    Y'all must be kidding me    Talking about ridding me    Faggot    This world is mines and I ain't having it    Listen    How it feel trying to steal    A nigga you can't kill    A nigga so real we make time stand still    That's me    Lil' OG    I ODed    And one more    My balls hang    And I bang    Till I'm stiff on the floor    Oh no    Yo    They must have did it again    Talking they self to death    They gonna feel it again    And that's that    That's all    That's it    No more    We the realest to ever did this shit thus far       Verse 4:       Dirty jersey only breed    Killers and dogs    Since I'm both I'm in your driveway    With gauge in the fog    Ain't shit sweet about    A nigga from New York    Accept the not guilty verdict    That you hear in the court    Bang you from the car    Rocking Me Against the World    And the blood from your face fly and land on your girl    I'm gunnin grown    Even bag up coke when my mother home    Just got the new gun    That bust off with another tone       Chorus: 1x       Verse 5: Young Noble       Yo    Make a move young homie    If you choose young homie    We school young homies    Who the fuck is us homies    We OUT-LAWZ!    Chewing D mutha fuckas    And we about to ball    Best believe mutha fuckas    And it's like a bid    I know y'all been waiting to bump this    We raised your kids with this mutha fuckin thug shit    Noby the holiest    The cripin and the blood shit    Stripper club shit    Bitches giving love quick    Fuck this we gonna take it there    Nigga you wants no part of this    We trade your shares    Make it clear    Where you going    Face your fears    A lot of money to be made this year    Over here    And we hate the cops    We catch you niggas slippin    Then we take your block    My homies stay creeping    And we ride for 'Pac    You know it ain't a thang    And we ride for Yak    You niggas know it ain't a game    'Cause we bleed for this    And if you don't believe in nothing else    Believe in this    Outlawz is it    So come and get it nigga       Chorus 1x