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    Artist: Outlawz
    Album: Outlaw 4 Life: 2005 A.P
    Song: I Dare U


    [YOUNG NOBLE]
    You gotta feel this
    Even if you hate my guts
    What it takes to come up
    A & R gettin' taped the **** up
    Labels stuck on followin' trends
    I'm sick of the game
    It's time for a change
    Aint no need to pretend
    Just a team when Pac started this thug shit
    For the hood
    Pitchin' is the ****in' thangs we get
    The game so fickle
    Niggaz pop shit with no pistol
    Only 12 years old
    I sold nickels
    Just a young nigga comin' of age
    I was one of the slaves
    Til the underground catchin' the train
    Uptown, comin' back with the cane
    Long tops and all
    We Outlawz, go home or go hard
    Most intense flow
    From the calmest dude
    Raw moves have you filled with a bombin' fluid
    I was born to be a Outlaw
    My momma knew it
    Drama, karma
    I put my momma thru it
    Damn!


    [CHOURS]
    Mutha****a I dare u
    Step up to a nigga like me
    With a name like mine
    Mutha****a I dare u
    To pass up on a nigga like me
    Like you aint got time
    Mutha****a I dare u
    To think yo family was starvin'
    A nigga wouldn't rob you blind
    Mutha****a I dare u
    To give in, gon' get it
    Cause a nigga stay on his grind
    Mutha****a I dare u


    [KASTRO]
    It's me, Kastro
    King Kash and rusty
    I'm classy dusty
    My balls is husky
    I shed blood for what I love
    And thus me
    Would ratha' die before I let you cowards budge me
    Naw, I simply won't allow it
    OG's showed me death before dishonor
    I ain't doubted
    When I got grounded by my momma
    I pouted
    And when I hit that first shot of Vodka
    I downed it
    Now I keep a pistol with me everywhere I go
    And paranoid and I aint tryna keep it on the low
    Just so you know you not ****in' with a hoe
    And I stay open like a corner store
    Call me corner-stro
    Please don't get it twisted
    Why even risk it
    Play a nigga distance
    This is, not a warning or a ****in' threat
    I'm all in
    My money on the table
    Ya bet


    [CHOURS]


    [E.D.I]
    Six million ways to die
    And many stories in the city
    That's why when you see me
    My attitude is shitty
    Now I aint scared of the terrorist
    But the law my enemy
    Bush and his homies
    Got plans for me
    And niggaz with skin color similar to mine
    It's a catch-22 if you livin' off of crime, and
    Most of the niggaz I know, don'
    Lost hope
    Either be rappin' or be sellin' some dope
    It's a helluva road
    It's a hard time for hustla's
    Deep in the game
    We reapin' the pain for money
    And aint shit funny
    So I dont **** with clowns
    In any town
    Im only around those who stay down
    Get pain now (now)
    Yeah that's what's sup
    It's too much money in this game for me to pass it up
    So cut the check dawg
    It's so simple
    Or have niggaz like me comin' thru ya window.. window


    [CHOURS]


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    Artist: Outlawz
    Album: Outlaw 4 Life: 2005 A.P
    Song: Don't Get It ****ed Up



    [E.D.I]
    Time after time niggaz thinkin' we gon' fold
    We ain't yo average niggaz
    I don' told you once before
    All my real niggaz know
    We been at it for years
    Persevering and still here
    Through static and tears
    And yeah...
    We some ridahs -- No
    It ain't no stoppin' us
    They couldn't stop us
    So... they tried copying
    But out of living color in the flesh
    Guess who's back
    Nigga act like you know what's good for ya


    [YOUNG NOBLE]
    These industry niggaz man they more like *****es
    These ****in' rappers man they more like snitches
    Been in the cut and we been focusing, listening
    And everybody got a story to tell
    But why they twistin' them?
    So keep ya head right (head right)
    You want the raw on the Lawz
    You gotta log-on the mutha****in' website
    (what's that?)
    And that's OutlawRecordz.Net
    Show some respect
    Cause real niggaz go for the net


    [CHOURS]
    Don't get it ****ed up, ****ed up
    Nigga don't get it, get it
    ****ed up, ****ed up
    Nigga dont get it, get it
    ****ed up, ****ed up
    Nigga dont get it, get it
    ****ed up
    *****es dont get it, get it
    ****ed Up
    Snitches dont get it, get it
    ****ed up

    Don't get it ****ed up, ****ed up
    Nigga don't get it, get it
    ****ed up, ****ed up
    Nigga dont get it, get it
    ****ed up, ****ed up
    Nigga dont get it, get it
    ****ed up
    *****es dont get it, get it
    ****ed Up
    Snitches dont get it, get it
    ****ed up


    [YOUNG NOBLE]
    Who wanna ride?
    Who wanna drive?
    Who wanna die?
    Who wanna roll up
    Load up and dump at the same time
    We all different but the same kind
    All my niggaz on a mission that's the same as mine
    Blame the times
    We all spent days in line
    Now we all at the front of the bus
    Blames the rhymes, I
    Aim the Nine, I
    Came to shine, I
    Thank the Lord and my heavenly father


    [E.D.I]
    We got to get it right back
    To where we started from
    This for my niggaz strugglin'
    Comin' out of the slum
    If you aint ridin' on twinkies
    You could still ride with me
    If you aint blingin' like I'm blingin'
    You could still ride with me
    Cause it aint what you got
    It's what ya know
    Outlaw mutha****a, untouchable
    Give 'em the truth
    Or get out the booth
    That's my new shit
    Cause rapper's now-a-days
    Yall been makin' us all look stupid


    [CHOURS]


    [KASTRO]
    Shit, I been doin' what I wanted for some time now
    Shit, I wanted as a kid
    All mine now (it's all mine now)
    I ain't lucked up (noooo)
    Don't get it ****ed up (noooo)
    Look what years of stugglin' did
    Wanted for something
    The kid real, like one in a Mil'
    Cash of kings
    Without a deal or a chain that bling
    I'm a Outlaw (outlaw)
    But I dont rob
    And when times got hard
    I ain't get no job
    Shit I got it how I live
    Spit it like it is
    And did it all for the kid (yes sir)
    I'm a ridah homeboy
    I ride on chrome boy
    And I refuse to die right besides my chrome boy


    [CHOURS]


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    Artist: Outlawz
    Song: Outlaw 2000
    Album: Ride Wit Us Or Collide Wit Us


    Uh uh
    Outlawz
    Who
    Why don't y'all niggas move the **** 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 ****as
    Solution, there ain't none
    Nigga i can't run
    It's something gonna be done
    Then **** 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
    **** 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 **** is my niggas at (right here)
    Where the **** is my *****es at (right here)
    For the live
    We about to enter this game one more time
    Now uh
    Throw up your mutha ****in hood and make it shine
    And a
    Give up the mutha ****in goods 'cause they mine
    Uh huh
    We done forgotten
    Dirty niggas from the block
    Rotten
    Leaving niggas rotten
    It's a mutha ****a 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 ****as 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 **** is us homies
    We out-lawz!
    Chewing d mutha ****as
    And we about to ball
    Best believe mutha ****as
    And it's like a bid
    I know y'all been waiting to bump this
    We raised your kids with this mutha ****in thug shit
    Noby the holiest
    The cripin and the blood shit
    Stripper club shit
    *****es giving love quick
    **** 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


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    Artist: Young Noble, Mil, Ya Yo
    Song: Hang On
    Album: Ride Wit Us Or Collide Wit Us


    Uh
    What (hang on) wherever you at
    Hold your head
    Put your head to the sky
    For my ankle bracelet niggas (hang on)
    25 to life niggas
    Outlawz hang on (hang on)
    Hang on
    All my thugs hang on (hang on)
    Hang on (hang on)
    Yeah

    Verse 1: young noble

    For all my thug niggas i got on the block (hang on)
    For all the little homies running from the cops (hang on)
    If you a fiend around the way coked out (hang on)
    If you a ex-drug dealer smoked out (hang on)
    If you a soldier locked down in the hole (hang on)
    No heat in your house and its cold (hang on)
    No job just got laid off (hang on)
    You did your verse but we taking you off (hang on)
    You had your ears all ready for the lawz (hang on)
    And if you think about sniffing that rock (hang on)
    You about to hop in your homies stolen car (hang on)
    You got a dream to be a big rap star (hang on)
    You gotta hustle but you keep getting robbed (hang on)
    And now you paying for protection from the mob (hang on)
    Your baby mama want half of your check (hang on)
    And your little homies give you no respect (hang on)
    And now you waiting for your time to come around (hang on)
    Be offered work and you turning it down (hang on)
    And now your homies looking at you all funny (hang on)
    You been clocking for 12 years and no money (hang on)

    Chorus: young noble

    Hang on
    If you're out in the cold with nowhere to go you gotta (hang on)
    You 15 and you feel real old youngster (hang on)
    You only 21 and you ain't even coming home soldier (hang on)
    Four kids and make enough to feed one homie (hang on)

    Verse 2: young noble

    Hang on
    If you a thug (hang on)
    You on drugs (hang on)
    You took slugs (hang on)
    You shed blood (hang on)
    You got it bad (hang on)
    You niggas mad (hang on)
    You unprotected
    Hand on
    And now she pregnant (hang on)
    You pop shit and you don't even got a glock (hang on)
    You from the streets and you don't even got a block (hang on)
    You got the nerve to try to criticize me (hang on)
    Trying to judge the young n-o-b-l-e (hang on)
    My homie swift locked down right now (hang on)
    You got dough for some pounds right now (hang on)
    Too many niggas on your block for you to eat (hang on)
    Them out of town niggas steady trying to creep (hang on)

    Chorus

    Verse 3: ya yo

    If you single 'cause your man ain't shit (hang on)
    Independent ain't pressed for the dick (hang on)
    Kool-aid money with cristal taste (hang on)
    You ain't think that i will punch you in your face (hang on)
    All my ladies in the struggle like me (hang on)
    All my ladies trying to bubble like me (hang on)
    You go to school or you strip for a living (hang on)
    Only 20 and you got 3 children (hang on)

    Verse 4: mil

    If you got your test back and it's positive (hang on)
    If your ***** left you 'cause she know you got it (hang on)
    You friends disrespect you for not riding (hang on)
    You did for 3 years and couldn't call nobody (hang on)
    You caught another charge in jail added to the robbery (hang on)
    You in the county can't get a visit from your family (hang on)
    Your baby mother ****ing one of your homies (hang on)
    You in the ?? (hang on)
    Don't nobody give a **** about me
    Little nob hold on
    I'm a young g
    I always stay strong

    Chorus 2: young noble

    You signed a bogus contract now wanna get out you better (hang on)
    Your mama kicked your ass out 'cause you chose that route you better (hang on)
    And if you wonder how long we gonna be on top you need to (hang on)
    You niggas wish but you never gonna be like pac they better (hang on)
    They better hang on
    They better hang on


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    Artist: Outlawz
    Song: Black Rain
    Album: Ride Wit Us Or Collide Wit Us



    [edi mean] (talking)
    Black rain, there's no chance to escape it
    You know it seem like sometimes, there's nothin but bad luck?
    It just won't go right, that's the black rain, you know? uh-huh

    [chorus - napolean (normal) / val young {repeated during chorus} (indented)]

    Black rain, don't come down
    Don't you come fallin
    Black rain, don't come down
    Now don't you come fallin

    Black rain, black rain, don't come
    You've been wettin us up from day one
    We ain't never see a high point, how come
    Black rain, black rain comes under the sun

    Oh black rain, black rain, don't come
    You've been wettin us up from day one
    We ain't never see a high point, how come
    Black rain, black rain comes under the sun

    [edi mean - verse 1]
    We live those big money dreams
    A six scene and so peelin
    Lust to touch everything
    Still but no feelins
    We move on through these stars
    And when it's on it's on we movin strong
    You know the rules, roll with fools
    Who use two's no trainin
    Hit your block, non-stop, no aimin
    Black-rainin, and man the forecast is bleek (yeah)
    Stay inside, they said it's goin for weeks
    It's war in the streets
    Gangbangin and wearin east (say what)
    Now the city that never sleeps will never see peace
    I've had enough of still killin each other over nothin
    Now there's more of us willin to die over colors
    Man it's insane, black rain (insane)
    Feedin our seeds, makin em strong with pain, the game
    And yo we won't change (won't change)
    Too blind to recognize, it's a damn shame (too blind to recognize)
    Cause it's right in our eyes, black rain!

    Chorus

    [napolean - verse 2]
    I seen it all
    When the black rain falls
    Why will you fall
    Black bodies fall
    Black rain, you got time to explain
    While i'm still strugglin, damn near insane
    Damn hittin pain from years ago
    Only 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 all in me, is what my brothers gave me
    And all you see is just another young thug
    But please let my baby-boy play in the mud
    Rain or sun, please let him have some fun
    Don't wet the sidewalk, daddy walks it to from
    And don't let the pain that i touch he feel
    And don't let him trust no snakes, that's real

    Chorus

    [kastro - verse 3]
    It's cold outside in the middle of the summer
    Days fly by, night falls like lumber
    Cries inside of the minds of the younger
    The hunger scream through the city like thunder
    It's like a bunch of black clouds we under
    >from day one to day none my heart get no more
    It's dark, tomorrow might come alone
    Since i can't see clear, i stumbled home
    It ain't fair, the air out here, too thin
    I grieve and don't believe in the hearts of men
    It's triflin', the life we in needs change
    Till then, we hustlin, it's black rain

    [young noble - verse 4]
    Yo, ain't no way out the hood
    Can't stay out the hood
    Hustle hard so every day out is good
    The day seem dark, but the nights is bright
    Ain't nobody goin down, so we likes to fight
    Cops that come around tryin to cuff me up
    Lock a brother down tryin to rough me up
    We got a snitch on the block and he tellin the sergeant
    Watchin like hawks, but i'm sellin regardless
    My baby due soon i ain't playin with y'all
    It happened so fast, first day and then gone
    A million new things on coke this year
    A million whole families went broke this year
    We tryin to live long, can you tell me how?
    I'm hopin that my heat don't fail me now
    Every time i thinkin it's death, they tryin to tear me down
    But see my in the flesh, can you stare me down
    I do it for my fans, cause i'm livin for em
    We seein clouds but i paint a perfect picture for em
    Black rain, black rain
    We seein clouds but i paint a perfect picture for em

    Chorus

    [val young] (young noble) x repeated until end

    Black rain, don't come down (don't come)
    Don't you come fallin
    Black rain, don't come down (don't come)
    I don't want you fallin


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    Artist: Outlawz
    Song: Get Paid
    Album: Ride Wit Us Or Collide Wit Us


    [napolean] (talking)
    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 *exhale*
    We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what
    Listen

    [young noble - verse 1]
    Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight
    But if you not family, keep talkin alright?
    Will you get them nikes? oh you like them yeah?
    They look good on me, you wanna cop a pair
    Though it takes some time, we still love everybody
    Them like my thug sisters, so i'm ****in every mommy
    Everybody know my face, everybody know my name
    As i walk through i heard em sayin 'noble do his thing'
    I'm flowin through this game like i'm slidin on ice
    Brought these niggaz insane like i'm slidin in dice
    Applyin the wife, but ain't nobody dyin tonight
    We fryin the rice, dinner on the steps tonight
    I bet your life i just might stretch your wife
    Stretch your dime, stretch your doe, and stretch your time
    It might sound short, then i'll stretch the rhyme
    Nothin but another day, know i ain't gonna lie

    [chorus - tq]
    I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang
    Curb surfin on the corner each and every day (every day)
    For all the people cause i never find a better way
    Ain't gonna stop me from hittin when i see some paper (i'm gettin it nigga)
    Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day
    But it don't matter, i'm gonna get mine anyway
    But in the scene it's like i still hear my feet the same
    Can we get paid? just want to get paid

    [edi mean - verse 2]
    Man i wasn't born with it
    But i'm gonna get it
    Let it be known i'm on a mission
    >from boss livin, no bullshittin'
    And i don't sit around in this who don't want nothin
    And i don't kick it with these *****es who always want somethin
    I'm my own man, own plan, been that way
    Lost my father, shit got harder man, and since that day
    I never ever really trust the world again
    Age ten, feel frustration
    No patience when it all forego
    **** takin it slow
    I'd rather take it and blow
    I still roll daily
    Only stoppin for my babies
    I'm a hard=luck nigga
    Keep your guard up nigga
    Large cut getta
    I gotta have my piece
    I'll chop it up with ya man
    But i gotta have my piece
    You cannot be mad at me
    I'm game tight on all sides
    Obstacles cannot damage my pride
    I manage to ride, but be it wasn't easy
    Young struggla, livin for the love of us
    Outlaw

    Chorus

    [kastro - verse 3]
    I'm bluntin, so i'm strapped, and i'm starred and cautious
    Ain't nothin but a day at the office
    I stand alone so i cut my losses
    And sometimes i drink until i feel nauseous (ha)
    It's not easy, believe me, it's no fun
    Still i chase my paper, till i can't run
    And i was still just a kid till i had one
    If not for bad luck, i probably wouldn't have nothin
    It's two g's and i just can't quit yet
    Through all they mind so i just can't sit back
    I stand strong so you know i don't get checked
    The born outlaw so you know i ain't wit' that
    My younger days in the day tryin to figure out
    A million ways to get paid in a bigger amount
    I ain't a mystery, it's elementary
    Cash rules, and that's the way it was meant to be

    [napolean - verse 4]
    Eat now, i'm kinda low in the pockets
    House lookin like shit, volts is climbin out the sockets
    But that's how it is in twenty-three a.m.
    Brick city, n-j
    Besides cali, it's the home of the a-k
    I'm paid to roll, was raised too low
    But at least in my heart, i've always felt alone
    I stayed strong through all the times i supposed to
    I pray to god daily, you barely when you supposed to
    Close to the money cause it's close to my heart
    In my life, death ain't nothin but a walk in the park
    Hard times gettin sweeter now
    I guess allah must have blessed us cause we eatin now
    Come on

    [young noble - verse 5]
    (tq = can i get paid x 3)
    Reminiscin of the days we was broke man (broke man)
    We still missin tryin to get it, it's a sure thang (sure thang)
    The forecast for today said it's gonna rain (gonna rain)
    Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (gonna hang)
    Live yours, and you know i'm tryin to live mine (live mine)
    Get yours, cause i ain't tryin to give mine (give mine)
    Everybody comin out at the same time (same time)
    Nothin but another day, know i can't lie
    Reminiscin of the days we was broke man (broke man)
    Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (still we gonna hang)


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    Artist: Young Noble FT. Layzie Bone
    Song: Put Me In A Cell
    Album: Thug Brothers



    [Chorus - Layzie]
    I draw almost anything to collect my mail
    I draw almost anything to stay out of jail
    and I'm not a coward so I'll never ever tell
    rather kill a coppa - then to put me in a cell

    [Verse 1 - Young Noble]
    Aiiyo I'm a angelic rider like super slick
    we finna start the revolution in 2006
    I was schooled by older cats like Jeronimo Pratt
    taught you gotta kill a rat retribution - let's get him back
    waiting on my forty - acres and a blunt to blaze
    from the slavery you gave me a racist way
    pickin black cotton with a cotton mouth, the truth gotten out
    Outlawz and Bone Thugs show you what this shit about
    independant mindstate - military type aim young soliders in the game
    Young Noble is my name, opposition I went from a solider to a general
    the pain is my vitamin - information my mineral
    intellectual criminals, God fearin is spirtual
    who else done got me through all the shit that I been through
    representin the struggle my nigga this is livin proof
    keep ya faith in God my nigga he gon'get us through

    [Chorus - Layzie: repeat 2X]
    I draw almost anything to collect my mail
    I draw almost anything to stay out of jail
    and I'm not a coward so I'll never ever tell
    rather kill a coppa - then to put me in a cell

    [Verse 2 - Layzie Bone]
    Ahhh shit look what the wind blew in
    y'all better move cause I'm finna get started
    L - Burna from the land of the heartless
    strapped with a 9 don't make me spark it
    y'all probably done heard the news if not then you need to check it
    Bone Thugs N Harmony done broke away from Ruthless Records
    we independant now this shit ain't funny now
    this real talk nigga and I love the way it's goin down
    roll or get rolled over partna'...number 1 nigga that's my name
    winnin, scorin stand on point - better give me the ball that's my game
    no disrespect but I run with the best of the best
    from the North, to the South, to the East, to the West...oh yes I'm blessed
    this nigga don't need no vest, no stress I want it all and nothin less - no nothin less nigga...

    [Chorus - Layzie: repeat 2X]
    I draw almost anything to collect my mail
    I draw almost anything to stay out of jail
    and I'm not a coward so I'll never ever tell
    rather kill a coppa - then to put me in a cell

    [Verse 3 - Young Noble]
    My Makaveli told me one thing and it went like this
    nigga get off yo'ass if you plan to be rich
    show the world so much love, man I plan to be missed
    by a thousand young thugs just pumpin they fist
    tryna die with no regrets and all my respect
    never burn no bridges and keep all my connects
    I'm labeled a young vet - my soliders ain't done yet
    I'm smokin my cigarettes ain't no way to cheat death

    [Verse 4 - Layzie Bone]
    Only roll with G's and the differance between you and us nigga it's evident
    y'all niggaz be sittin back broke as hell, and I'd rather be chasin dead presidents
    it's benefits to these ways of livin you see me dogg and you know I'm shinin
    sold a mill went way past diamond - I could sit back but I'd rather keep grindin
    mindin mine, stayin out of yours - stayin out of theres just so focused
    look and learn and take notice I be reppin my set the coldest
    nothin but soliders and we posted up, y'all bustas can't come close to us
    fake ass G's be chokin up...while my thug brothers be loccin up

    [Chorus - Layzie: repeat 2X]
    I draw almost anything to collect my mail
    I draw almost anything to stay out of jail
    and I'm not a coward so I'll never ever tell
    rather kill a coppa - then to put me in a cell


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    Artist: Young Noble FT. Layzie Bone
    Song: Young Soldiers
    Album: Thug Brothers


    [Talking]
    Real Talk Entertainment, new Thug Brothers shit
    Mike Mosley on the track - Young Noble, Outlaw
    Layzie Bone - Big Hollis what up uhhh

    [Chorus - Young Noble]
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    get ya money, **** the fame - get ya money **** the fame

    [Verse 1 - Young Noble]
    We never walkin down easy street
    when me and Layzie connect it's like Makaveli and Eazy speak
    that nigga Nob'gotta flow with a greasy streak
    on the road doin shows - ****in easy freaks
    gotta know how to read the streets, you gotta play it for keeps
    go for weeks with no sleep - Young Nob gotta eat
    probably it's just the hustle in me
    thinkin of ways to get paid and live comfortly
    **** with me Outlaw warrior - my Bone Thug brother
    we ain't forgot about you Flesh N Bone carry ya life and live on
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    make 'em pay for all the days we was standin out in the rain

    [Chorus - Young Noble + Layzie Bone: repeat 2X]
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    get ya money, **** the fame - get ya money **** the fame

    [Verse 2 - Layzie Bone]
    Do you really wanna ride, ride with a nigga from the East na, na, na
    the city's and the steets all mine, mine
    them hustlers stay on the grind all the time
    it's designed for warriors and rebels to win
    them physics and faith will get in
    this life is a gamble how much can you handle(red - rum)
    real niggaz do real things nigga get ya money cause it ain't no game
    alot of niggaz wanna do shit strange
    down to sell ya soul for a second of fame
    takin from a nigga that be grippin a cane
    for the love of the money nigga that's the aim
    run into some shit that you can't explain
    nigga out the door and nigga you'se to blame
    oh well on to the next young nigga with the next flow - put the medal to metal
    better learn how to move and strive cause you gotta survive when you comin from the ghetto
    better get on the level cause this is the business if you want the money mayne
    we ain't playin with you niggaz out here if you owe me dogg you better run it mayne

    [Chorus - Young Noble + Layzie Bone: repeat 2X]
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    get ya money, **** the fame - get ya money **** the fame

    [Verse 3 - Young Noble]
    Young niggaz playin the stoop - playin some Wu
    learnin to shoot, stolen cars clutchin the Coupe
    walkin around all day like it's nothin to do
    ain't no time to waste my mind on pay, not playin a fool
    for playin it cool try to capalize I done payed my dues
    walk around in my shoes feel like I'm destined to lose
    I seen the best of us go way too soon, I'm glad that I know my time ain't through
    these young niggaz ain't playin by the rules look and learn a thing or two

    [Verse 4 - Layzie Bone]
    They run in ya crib and they go in ya pockets dogg - young niggaz ain't ready for war
    we been doing this shit since 'Pac and Eazy y'all better just open the door
    anything else will get you handled dogg might as well turn them camera's off
    when national (?) was lookin at y'all now I'm a make it to where you can never floss
    y'all niggaz is soft and lame to be and I'm comin to change this industry
    back to the way it use to be when niggaz was really out runnin them streets
    y'all niggaz be practicin tuck and hide - we them killas nigga we buck and ride
    I say what I say and that's from inside - real thug shit nigga never die

    [Chorus - Young Noble + Layzie Bone: repeat 2X]
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    young soliders in the game - get ya money **** the fame
    get ya money, **** the fame - get ya money **** the fame


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    Artist: Young Noble FT. Layzie Bone
    Song: That's The Shit
    Album: Thug Brothers


    [Chorus - Layzie Bone + Young Noble]
    You got some money in ya pocket nigga - that's the shit
    comin down on them twenty - fo's - that's the shit
    You a pimp, and you mackin hoes - that's the shit
    with ya pinky and ya neck froze - that's the shit
    feelin good and you eatin good - that's the shit
    You get respect in ya nieghborhood - that's the shit
    with a style they can't **** with - that's the shit
    young, black, and comin up big - that's the shit

    [Verse 1 - Young Noble]
    Yo pockets full and it's friday - that's the shit
    white tee, new fit, with the crispy kicks
    keepin it real regular nigga - that's the shit
    still ahead of the competitors with authentic thug scriptures
    reppin my set nigga - that's the shit
    I been a Outlaw every since a baby *****
    when the hoes get to choosin - that's the shit
    cause I know we all ****in, we all gettin it in
    when shit go accordin to plan - that's the shit
    cause at the end of the night we all got money to split
    when you catch e'm by suprise, damn - that's the shit
    You thought I wouldn't make it, you though I wouldn't rise again
    And when we walk up in the spot dogg - that's the shit
    they look like is that them boys, yeah that's them
    when you prove all the doubters wrong - that's the shit
    Bone Thugs and them Outlaws - that's the shit

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2 - Layzie Bone]
    Just got me a new Lac with 4 do's nigga - that's the shit
    brand new 20 inches with fresh vouges had to have that shit
    slam the do's on my Cadi Coupe, crank it up and smash the gas
    I really don't know where I'm headed yet but I'm leanin hard chasin cash
    bobbin through the grimey streets fillin quarters, takin notes
    You know these folks is watchin me, so you know I gots to watch these folks
    that's the shit - playin for keeps off in this dirty game
    thuggin and lovin to get me some change
    till the day I die keep doin my thing, I'm goin against the grain
    after the rats with the cheese
    these boys in the industry wanna break bread you feelin me
    from Detroit, to Minnesota, Sacramento, North Dakota
    I'm kickin it when you see me dogg I'm from Cleveland we rollers hold up
    let me expose ya baby - we's the shit
    livin legends in ya presence, Pac and Eazy *****
    that nigga Hollis pushin buttons while we blowin a sack
    in the Sac with sack and nigga that's just that

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3 - Young Noble]
    A super sack of that sticky green - that's the shit
    ****in with sack gettin plenty green - that's the shit
    when Big Hollis on the track nigga - that's the shit
    I know at any given time it could come out a hit
    when I'm reppin my squad nigga - that's the shit
    we all born Outlaws and that's just sick
    in the booth spittin truth nigga - that's the shit
    when you stick to the rules nigga - that's the shit

    [Verse 4 - Layzie Bone]
    Young Noble and Layzie Bone nigga - that's the shit
    collaboration real niggaz on some classic shit
    And I love the game because it love me that's how positive niggaz navigate
    jumpin out of Navigators, brushin off they alligators
    that's the shit - cause real reconize real
    break bread, get money nigga hundred dollar bills
    You a hustler and you know it couple dollars in ya pocket
    put ya hands up in the air and scream - that's the shit


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    Artist: Outlawz
    Song: Good Bye
    Album: Ride Wit Us Or Collide Wit Us


    We live in a world
    Where a man is judged by the color of his skin
    We can't win
    Not 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 on a mission

    Verse 1: napoleon

    So more gun shots
    By some young niggas
    And now the media consider y'all some dumb niggas
    And where you at
    I done came from that
    So i know what's on your mind when you're cocking your nine back
    Busting your bullets at them niggas on the corner
    And you aim 7 5 till your victim is a goner
    But it's more than life
    And i don't blame you
    Matter of fact i blame your parents for the shit you gonna do
    There's a lot of niggas under ten getting shot by the nine
    8 of them died and left 7 of them crying
    For the 5th and 6th time
    I'm trying to tell you dog
    You done pulled through
    Nigga i know that's where he are
    And the third second and first is when the welfare kicks in
    We joined by nothing
    'cause your ???
    Drinking
    Buying crack
    Go for drugs again
    And it make you want to go and bust your gat again
    But if you got a problem grab a pen
    Write a letter
    And send it to the outlawz
    We'll try to make it better
    My young soldier
    You ain't no dumb soldier
    Keep your mind on your dream
    And you a pro soldier

    Verse 2: young noble

    Hey yo
    I spit, rip for pac and yak
    I love y'all both
    That's why i rap with a grudge and keep my enemies close
    Memories float
    Nothing else to do but smoke
    Now i'm numb with a lump in my throat
    I'm scoffed up
    Constipated with pain
    Hating the rain
    We all get wet
    And pretty much when you close to death
    I think you live by the gun
    You die by the judge
    And if my girl have a son
    I'ma raise him better than i was
    A little time does justice to the heart
    You should ask your little boy why he rushing to the park
    Everyday after school
    You wonder why he love there?
    They got guns drugs and plenty of thugs there
    No care
    That's why i speak on shit
    To you parents out there
    Don't sleep on shit
    Raise your kids
    Come on you made the kids
    We got kids killing kids
    Doing major bids
    Damn

    Chorus:

    I never really got a chance to say good-bye
    I hope you're thankful you lived your life
    And nothing keeps that before your eyes
    I never really got a chance to say good-bye
    And even though you're gone
    You're always on my mind
    I never really got a chance to say goodbye

    Verse 3: edi

    To all my youngsters out there
    Trying to burn something
    Will you pay attention a minute
    You might learn something
    'cause look
    All they want to do is lock you up and make some dough off you
    And when your ass finally die
    They'll find a hole for you
    I know it ain't no love
    It seem cold to you
    But yous a soldier
    Got to keep your goals close to you
    'cause 25 with an l ain't closer junior
    Now in society
    You're labeled as a loser junior
    2 times at that
    So close to your 3rd
    Only 22 now what the **** you gonna do
    Convicted felons
    They don't get no work
    We all know that
    Now you forced to draw back
    You seen the cycle
    They don't call it the system for nothing
    Systematic ways to get you to your grave
    But you heard it before
    You ain't gonna listen to edi
    You gonna have to go through it
    But please believe me
    Ain't no glory in pain
    A soldier story in vain
    You niggas gobbled by the game
    Aint no glory in pain
    A soldier story in vain
    You niggas gobbled up by the mutha ****in game

    Verse 4: kastro

    It's a long long dark road out of hell
    I've been there
    I can tell you the story well
    Most don't make it
    10 out of 12
    And the 2 left fighting themselves
    We sit in desperate need
    Searching for a cure
    Us youngsters indeed
    We deserve much more
    It's war
    'cause we don't get along with each other
    God damn
    We need to get it together
    For real

    Chorus

    Verse 5: napoleon

    I got 50 shots for every ???
    These pigs is more crooked than some snakes on my block
    They gave him a choice
    He had to ride or die
    Since bullets don't die
    Oz can you tell me how he died
    Stay ahead of your game
    Young star
    Grow eyes
    Stay away from them haters
    Also 1 time
    I respect the game
    I'm real serious with mine
    It's like they lost
    Playing on furious with mine

    [edi talking]
    Uh
    So serious
    You know
    It's all about will and how strong you are
    If you can stand it
    Stand the pressure and stay strong youngsters
    Move up

    Chorus


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    Song: Letter 2 President
    Album: Still I Rise
    Artist: 2Pac, E.D.I, Kastro, Big Syke



    E.D.I
    Uhhh.. dear Mr. President
    What's happenin?
    I'm writin you because...
    Shit is still real ****ed up in my neighborhood
    Pretty much the same way...
    Right around the time when you got elected
    Ain't nothin changed
    All the promises you made, before you got elected...
    They ain't came true
    (Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood)
    (Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President)
    Me and my homies is wondering what's going on
    Holla...


    2Pac
    Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
    Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
    Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches
    Enemies suspicious
    cause I'm seldom in the company of *****es
    Plus the concepts I depict
    So visual, that you can kiss
    Each and every trick or *****, inside the shit I kick
    My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
    Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin
    **** the friendships, I ride alone
    Destination Death Row, finally found a home
    Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
    Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us
    Sincerely...
    Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
    Everybody's doped up
    Nigga what you smokin on?
    Figure if we high they can train us
    But then America ****ed up and blamed us
    I guess it's cause we black that we targets
    My only fear is God
    I spit that hard shit
    In case you don't know
    I let my pump go
    You can ride for Mutulu like I ride for Geronimo
    Down to die, for everything I represent
    Meant every word in my letter to the President


    CHORUS
    Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
    These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    (What should I do?)
    Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
    These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops


    E.D.I
    Oh youse a balla' in the White House?!?
    I hope you comfortable
    Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
    Under the safety of darkness
    Amongst the crazed and the heartless
    And young soul broke, ready to rode a starship
    Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch
    Reguardless I gotta get chips
    But you can't understand that
    Wanna ban rap? Stand back before you get hurt
    It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work
    On a mission listen must reach my goal and precision
    First with my decision when I realized this ain't livin'
    Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get thangs and cheddar
    Mutha****az hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
    But you keep, tellin us, that it is
    while yo mother****in troops keep killin our kids.... dig
    Don't be surprised if you see us
    Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us
    Mother****a


    CHORUS
    Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
    These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
    These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops


    KASTRO
    Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
    Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so
    It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
    Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
    And it ain't no peace
    My peace a piece on my streets
    To people beefin and things, squeakin on they feet for weeks
    Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
    For a struggla' out the gutta, 22 with gray hair
    I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
    So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
    But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
    Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
    Me and these 223's'll freeze the biggest with ease
    I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
    and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
    And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President


    E.D.I
    Shit is still ****ed up y'all
    And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
    It ain't gon' get better


    2PAC
    Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
    These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
    These niggaz actin up..


    Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly
    I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?
    He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga
    We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin
    How hypocritical is Liberty?
    That blind ***** ain't never did shit for me
    My history, full of casket and scars
    My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
    And they wonder why we scarred, 13 lookin hard
    Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
    Somewhere in the middle of my mind
    Is a nigga on the tightrope
    Screamin' let him die
    Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood
    Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
    Down to die, for everything I represent
    Meant every word, in my letter to the President


    BIG SYKE
    Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low?
    Y'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'?
    Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
    Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
    Day after day, and night after night
    Battles and wars to the daylight
    We might change or rearrange if you do somethin
    Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President
    And I meant every word in my letter to the President


    2PAC
    Word mother****in life
    **** this nigga think?
    Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare
    We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
    Muther****as crazy in yo mutha****in' scalp
    Nigga this Thug Life, Westside, Outlaw Immortalz nigga
    We fin' to hustle til we come up


    Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
    These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
    These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
    These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
    These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops


    Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
    It's gettin harder and harder for a mother****er
    to make a dollar in these here streets
    I mean shit, I hear you screamin peace
    But we can't find peace
    til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
    I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
    So why don't you help a nigga out?
    Sayin you cuttin welfare
    That got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?
    Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
    but y'all ain't ready to give us no mother****in dollars
    What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
    We ain't stupid
    Think you got us lookin the loop
    Tryin to turn all us young niggaz into troops
    You want us to fight your war
    What the **** I'm fightin for?
    Shit, I ain't got no love here
    I ain't had a check all year
    Taxin, all the blacks and
    police beatin me in the streets
    **** peace
    These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops


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    Song: Still I Rise
    Album: Still I Rise
    Artist: 2Pac, Kadafi, Napoleon, Young Noble


    KASTRO
    Dear Lord
    As we down here
    Struggle for as long as we know (****in' wit tis Alize)
    In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J)
    Dreams are dreams
    And reality seems to be the only place to go
    The only place for us
    I know
    Try to make the best of bad situations
    Seems to be my life's story
    Ain't no glory in pain
    A soldier's story in vain
    And can't nobody live this life for me
    It's a ride y'all
    A long hard ride


    2PAC
    Somebody wake me I'm dreamin
    I started as a seed, the semen
    Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
    On the top was my pops
    My momma screamin stop
    From a single drop
    This is what they got
    Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
    Only plan he had for momma was to **** her and abuse her
    Even as a little seed
    I could see his plan for me
    Stranded on welfare
    Another broken family
    Now what was I to be
    A product of this heated passion
    Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass
    Look how it began
    Nobody gave a **** about me
    Pistol in my hand
    This cruel world can do without me
    How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus
    Will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can't see us
    In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
    No sunny days and we only play sometimes
    When everybody's sleepin
    I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
    I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
    I'm only 19, out tryna hustle on my own
    On the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks
    I'd rather go to college
    But this is where the game stops
    Don't get it wrong cause it's always on
    From dusk to dawn
    You can buy rocks, glocks or a herion-bone
    You can ask my man he's a mind reader
    Keep my nine heated -- all the time this is how we grind
    Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out
    Pass the weed nigga
    That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nigga
    Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G"
    And my reply til they kill me
    Act up if you feel me
    I was born not to make it but I did
    The tribulations of a ghetto kid
    Still I Rise


    Ta'He
    Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
    Please give me to the sky (the sky)
    And if (and if) I die (I die)
    I don't want you to cry


    KADAFI
    I stay sharp as always
    Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
    Dumpin crews like two's, nigga all day
    Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
    A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse
    But now my dreams it seems though
    Be placin triple beams and things bro
    Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans


    NAPOLEON
    Now I plan to keep my glock cocked
    If trouble was searchin for me then why not?
    Show em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block
    Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street
    Thugs snatchin bags
    Preoccupied wit makin cash, it wasn't fast it'll make me mad
    I'm just like -- him
    My homey on the corner with his gat tucked -- in
    Youngest they buckin somethin, the life he leads
    The life he don't need, don't we all know
    He tryin to rise up and we just go doe
    Still he rise


    YOUNG NOBLE
    Still dreams of lost hope
    I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
    And still I rise now I float cowards ghost
    Whenever we come around, I'm runnin down
    clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound
    I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came
    My homey Harm doin time from this drug game
    Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw
    Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars
    Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a burnt block
    Crackheads only 10 learn to duck cops


    KADAFI
    In '96 my glock's my plastic, passion for blastin bastards
    No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards
    Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice
    I send my missiles through ya mattress
    Leavin holes in ya body like a cactus
    While me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic
    And loot to keep the seams in my mother****in jeans poppin
    Leavin ya spleen to pick up
    Half of you niggaz is softer than a Snicker
    Let's go to war and see who draw quicker
    And still I rise, and still I rise...


    Ta'He
    Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
    Please give me to the sky (the sky)
    And if (and if) I die (I die)
    I don't want you to cry
    Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
    Please give me to the sky (the sky)
    And if (and if) I die (I die)
    I don't want you to cry


    KID
    Y'all niggaz fake
    All day everyday
    So now I got roller blades, *****
    Thought you knew
    Your mouth is rich
    C'mon pops, let's go..


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    Song: Secretz of War
    Album: Still I Rise
    Artist: 2Pac, E.D.I, Kadafi, Young Noble



    E.D.I
    You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
    It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
    You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
    It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz


    War Time...
    War Time -- it's either yourz or mine
    Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine
    And ride on em', leave em' stuck and ****ed from the gate
    Set it straight, regulate wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate
    (Boom!)
    Hesitate, aww, now you know what
    Yall niggaz were here to go
    If you know it was good for ya
    Buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue
    (hahaha look at these clowns)
    But I'm EDI Amin on a mission to make em bleed
    Nigga what?, Nigga who?
    It was cool? and at you?, what the **** is gone do?
    Barbecue and boo-hoo
    Ride or die, get money all at the same time
    Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time
    Any nigga slippin', fall at the same time
    We all links in the chain, tryin' to gain
    In due time
    We'll all see the sunshine
    But until we do yall
    We'll bring these mutha****as war
    We go to war


    You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
    It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz


    2PAC
    Now, as I approach the scene, from smokin' green
    Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes
    I make em' die froze
    Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's
    Lord help me wit'it
    Got me paintin' pictures of a meal-ticket
    Help me get'it
    See me and pray for options
    With the pressure, nonstop
    Niggaz get the pistol poppin'
    And watch his body drop
    I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit yo set
    Flash on, blast on them *****-made niggaz wit' my mask on
    do it for profit, plus em', lookin' for punks to bust on
    If you ain't screamin' WestSide
    You can get the **** on
    I'm seein' demons hittin' weed
    Got me hearin' screamin'
    Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend
    Probably be punished for it
    Although you can't ignore it
    I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it
    Niggaz pass the clip and watch me bring em' to the floor
    I got some shit that they ain't ready for
    (What you got?)
    I got the secretz to war


    E.D.I
    You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
    It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
    You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
    It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz


    KADAFI
    We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em'
    Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds
    (Here we go)
    Squeeze the lead off, I blow his mutha ****in' head off
    (get that nigga, get that nigga)
    Signal all the other Outlawz to get this shit set off
    Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me
    These streetz is black hockey, ya mom, we get sloppy
    Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar
    Locked in the slammer, while I'm laid cocked back like a hammer
    Ya'll newlyweds doin' honeymoons, times bout up
    Dummies I leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck
    Your pig scanners couldn't come close touch or even hit me
    Doin' my dirt, puttin' in work, on ya block, secretz to war


    E.D.I
    You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
    It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
    You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
    It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
    Yo, we go to war


    YOUNG NOBLE
    Yo, we check the murder rate percentage
    Niggaz is finished
    Get blood checks from clinics
    This thug shit is in us
    Flowin' through my system, you a victim
    Blunts, I twist em', **** the whole world
    It's us against them
    You got some heat? -- pull it out
    Cock the hammer if you wit' it, don't make
    No differences, wit' 25 to life sentence
    We already doin' life on the street
    Like Al-G, niggaz be heated, when they walkin' the beat
    This shit is flakey, makin' fag shaky niggaz hate me
    Scared to face me, knowin' that the Outlawz blaze me
    Put me up on game, put me up on a hustle
    Once I flex my money muscle, all the cheese got doubled
    Movin' shit like a dally, beatin' niggaz like Rodney
    Turn a killa like Kadafi, if the new street'll stop me


    E.D.I
    You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
    It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
    You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
    It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
    You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
    It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
    You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
    It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
    We go to war


    2PAC
    Bring it on
    And all you lil' young ass souljahs
    (Talk about be bout it)
    You play this shit back about fifteen times
    You'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin
    (everybody tough nowadays)
    Teach these *****es a lil' somethin', you know what I mean?
    Secretz of mutha****in' War....


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    Song: Baby Don't Cry
    Album: Still I Rise
    Artist: 2Pac, E.D.I, Young Noble



    2PAC
    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 ya head up (Outlawz)
    Even when the road is hard, never give up
    Baby don't cry, I hope you got ya head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up (Keep ya head up)


    Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams
    So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
    Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
    Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
    I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
    Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat
    So when she asked me
    What would you do if it was you?
    Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through
    I tried to trade places in the tragedy
    I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me
    For just a moment I was trapped in the pain
    Lord come and take me
    Four niggaz violated
    They chased and they raped me
    Even though it wasn't me
    I could feel the grief
    Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go, No
    You got to find a way to survive
    cause they win when ya soul dies


    2PAC + H.E.A.T
    Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up
    Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up
    Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up (never give up)
    Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up (never give up)
    Even when the road is hard, never give up
    Baby don't cry


    E.D.I
    Uhh
    Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change
    I ain't no hater but that nigga lost in the game
    After the bright lights and big thangs
    He probably could love you, but he in love with the struggle
    Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo')
    And never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho'
    Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn)
    Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy
    You got too much, mo', livin to do
    I'm spittin this to you
    Cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right)
    Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated
    A new millennium dime piece, so fine she
    Got em all stuck standin still when she come through
    Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you
    And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me
    Gon' give you everything you need, feel me?


    2PAC + H.E.A.T
    Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up (you'll be alright)
    Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up (you'll be alright)
    Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up (keep your head up)
    Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up (never give up)
    Even when the road is hard, never give up (no no..ohhhh)
    Baby don't cry


    YOUNG NOBLE
    I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump
    Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man
    Dealt the wrong hand
    You was young and beautiful
    Lost and turned out
    What you let that nigga do to you? (Damn)
    I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me
    Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me
    We was kids, now she got three kids
    They see their father everyday
    And they don't know who he is
    Seen him last night
    Homey roll a E-class
    Mad cheese in the stash
    Still a deadbeat dad
    I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through
    But those, ain't my seeds
    Nuttin really I could do (nah)
    I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife
    17 with 3 kids, locked down for life
    Shoulda chose me
    She bout to O.D. from the pressure
    Hell nah I won't let her


    2PAC + H.E.A.T
    Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up (you'll be alright)
    Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up (baby don't cry)
    Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up (baby baby baby)
    Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up (no..)
    Even when the road is hard, never give up (no-ohhhh)
    Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up
    Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up (ooooh baby)
    Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up
    Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up (keep your head up)
    (keep your head up, never give up)
    Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry


    E.D.I
    Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up (you'll be alright)
    Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry


    2Pac + H.E.A.T
    Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up
    Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
    Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry


    E.D.I
    For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin}


    Young Noble
    Baby don't cry


    E.D.I
    Got to keep your head up (keep your head up)
    Makaveli lives on.... (keep ya head up) righttt?
    Makaveli lives on....


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    Song: As The World Turns
    Album: Still I Rise
    Artist: 2Pac, E.D.I, Young Noble, Napoleon, Kadafi



    2PAC
    As the World Turns..
    As the world turns my niggas grow and grow and grow
    And get dough and roll and ride
    Niggaz die, mommas cry
    Niggaz got alibys and suicides and homicides
    And 3 strikes and yo life and my life and times change
    And niggaz fame, as the world turns..


    Though I walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me
    Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow and expect apologies
    You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet
    Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted
    And still stranded
    Merciless thieves stole the best of me
    I pray to Black Jesuz to please take the rest of me
    And still the best of us bill
    And reach monetary gain
    Some of us kill, but still
    Most of us could change if we search deeper
    God bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper
    Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper beside me
    When we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded
    Times'll soon show
    A thought could last for years
    Old shine in ya face, smiles, plastic tears
    Like last year, niggaz stuck in the past
    And it's clear
    It's some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year
    Makaveli for the MOB
    M-O-B killing bustaz is my mutha****in' job
    Remember me?
    Lyricaly fatally driven niggaz reported missing
    My competition dead or in prison
    As the world turns...


    CHORUS
    As the World keeps turning round and round
    It's gone be going round and round
    Turns, and steady turning


    YOUNG NOBLE
    As the world turn burning paths, staring thru my rearview
    There's a war going on, and the President it's in too
    I hear too
    Pac sayin' watch 'em they'll kill you
    Sippin' thug passion, scrub acting like he feel you
    Steady plottin, ready or not
    Outlawz lost but not forgotten
    From Gittere to Compton
    A splitter of the hotness
    Long timeness
    To like six I ain't never been rich
    I need cream to buy Ellene a dream house
    She no longer fiended out y'all, Outlawww


    NAPOLEON
    Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump
    With a 12-hour rush to run and get this money
    **** these punks
    Road rules I swim in the dirt
    I stay in some skirt
    I hit where it hurts
    I ride or die for my turf
    I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug nigga
    Kadafi betta unslug this nigga, Seike betta undrug this nigga
    Out of the building we street children with no souls
    Our hearts gone stay cold, the War gone stay on
    We serve 'em, like Pac told us to
    Catch 'em wet with the Tek
    Hit 'em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to
    Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over
    Ridah for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober
    Nigga talking thug walking all thru yo squad
    Y'all niggaz scared by a dog
    I got my fo-fo for y'all
    It's like a hot, here ta'day homie, warfare don't homie
    Better be prepared then try to dunk away from these strays homie
    World turns thangs burn all in one shot
    Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers
    All that we got, as the world turns


    CHORUS
    As the World keeps turning round and round
    It's gone be going round and round
    Turns, and steady turning
    As the World keeps turning round and round
    It's gone be going round and round, Turns


    E.D.I
    Only hatas got feeling when my homie caught millions
    And acquired the desired status of boss living
    We cross driven
    Cornored into a life that's hellish
    Payin' our dues thru blood shit
    Ain't shit y'all could tell us
    Fellaz - mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now
    Two worlds collidin', armies ridin' soldiers, born wild
    Sometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth
    I sought too profounded, but I got it lost in these ounces
    Now as the world turns court adjourns, I'm sentenced to burn
    The cost of my sins too much, nothing left to earn


    KaDAFI
    October 9th 1977 first day of my baby carriage
    Married my Mack-11 hit the block pleggin'
    Only 5 years up in this *****, poppa runnin' from the Fedz
    Puttin' peanut butter on the walls, hide his prints
    Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home
    To protect my zone in these streets I roam
    Dough on d-lo, downin' straight shots Of Cristal Brothas
    Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, **** eighth
    I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
    Got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight
    **** my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler's yearn
    For this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns


    CHORUS (repeats)
    As the World keeps turning round and round
    It's gone be going round and round
    Turns, and steady turning


    2PAC
    Hahaha.. As the world turns
    And turns and turns and turns.. haha
    This for them soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle
    Hoping the bubble, keep on hustling
    As the world turns
    Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go
    Friends come and go.. my soldiers stay eternal
    Outlaw Immortalz, dedicated
    I say this to Black Jesuz, only he can feed us
    When ya need us, as the world turns
    Throw this shit in the deck
    Niggaz gettin' chin checked
    From the East to the West best to wear a vest
    Nigga we ain't the ones to test
    As the world turns
    Outlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us
    Kamillion, wanna make a million.. haha legit
    As the world turns.. ha ha.. Burn baby burn


    Napoleon
    A lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns
    A lot of niggaz gettin' burned as the world turns
    Gettin burned as the world turns


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