Word it's like all we got left Teardrops and closed caskets Throw it up fool, hey nigga Tell me how you feel homie Yeah It took a week to go down, you
Well, come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, wassup nigga? First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim West
you know, how the story goes You took what I got left all in me First you came, now the Lord's callin me All in me, is what my Outlawz trained me And
[Young Noble] - repeated throughout track - x 23 Fuck With Me! [Napolean - Verse 1] Baby-girl, you know you put it on me Shakin your ass in the quarter
the content of his character, they scared of you 22 million black in America, you better stand your area 75 percent population of the prison system, niggas listen Niggas listen, niggas listen, Outlawz
What, wherever you at (Hang on) Hold your head put your head to the sky For my ankle bracelet niggas (Hang on) 25 to life niggas Outlawz hang on (Hang
I feel you {uhh} (baby don't) But you can't, you can't give up {Hey 2Pac what?} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard
The fog rolls in the morning And I can hardly find my way Home to where the heart is That words can't begin to say Enough about the gentle way You always
a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy You crossed the game that the streets don't like And fuckin with the Outlawz will get you killed
I was born in the south land Grew up rolling stone Working all day in factories Was livin' it all alone I got no friends to call my own No woman to love
we don't fake it Young Noble: Hey yo Life is what you make it We born to ball I'm warning y'all Why you think we born Outlawz Verse 2: Kastro (Edi)
sendin' the mail We livin' in Hell, my mom dukes told me, 'life is what you make it So watch yours close and the Outlawz will fuck around and take it
Damn, I feel ya, turn, nope, don't nobody care These Outlawz feel y'all, yeah, don't nobody care (Yup) Sometime it get like that (When it feel like don
and we'll see fifty to your mouth We the Outlawz, damn right, stand tight We the Outlawz, smackin' these niggas who can't fight Outlawz, nigga we don't give a what? Outlawz
in the roughs of some niggaz They say gangstaz don't live that long, too many turn-coals That's fucked up, puttin' cuffs on your folks Coincidental the Outlawz
in this mother fucker (Outlawz) Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown) The Low Lives in this mother fucker (Still thuggin') You know the Outlawz
Yo, it's gettin' colder with time, Thug rollers with rhymes Gotta look out for the spineless, marchin' with mines Outlawz on the grind, in the back of
Yeah, from the bottom for the depths, for the bottom We come from there, but we still here, we still breath So long as we got air in these lungs, we gonna
