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    Artist: Napoleon
    Song: Never 4Get(2pac Tribute)


    Napoleon Intro Talk:
    ________________
    Yeah, we gone dedicate this one, to the memory…
    …of Makaveli the Don, Tupac
    You know, we got these cats, re-makin' these songs
    Nobody wanna give you a song, it's from the lil’ homie
    Strength of the strong

    Verse-1: [ Napoleon ]
    _________________
    I don’t know where to start, dear God can you open my heart
    Let me share with this world my art, this not no R.I.P song
    It's a tribute to the spirit of Pac, I still remember when you visit my block
    I was a juvenile, in 94' I was stuck in the war
    Didn’t know the meaning of life or what I was breathin’ for
    You gave me a hand; you gave me your plan
    Thug-Life world-wide with expand
    That was your dreams homie
    Now it’s present right in front of your eyes
    They can't tell me your soul ain’t alive
    Cause I can feel it homie
    Dear lord please forgive these sins we all lost souls stuck in the wind…
    …so let us in, cause we cryin’ at the gates of heaven
    I’ve been tryin’ since the age of seven
    Only God knows, we gone make it I bet’cha homie
    If it wasn't for Kadafi I wouldn’t have met’cha homie
    Try to...open your heart and feel me a minute
    If it wasn't for you, I would’ve been dead or in prison
    So I dedicate this song to you
    My whole success truly belongs to you
    And that’s true...

    Chorus(X2) [ Val Young ]
    ____________________
    I never forget what you said
    Never forget what you did
    I never will (Johnny-J: -I- Never Will), I will never will

    Verse-1: [ Napoleon ]
    _________________
    Me and Johnny in the studio reminiscin’ over you
    Try’na put these hits down, thinkin’ what would you do
    In 2002 and 2003, the worlds going crazy, industry is lazy
    It ain’t comin’ with it, like you came wit it
    You pass me the torch, so now I ran wit it
    I’m still a outlaw, but I’m doing it dolo
    We all go our separate ways homie you know
    But I die for this thug-life
    It ain’t no thing I ride for this thug-life
    Know what I mean? And I humble myself
    I ain’t wild no-more, but I don’t leave the door without my foe-foe
    Homie guess who I ran to, Val Young to +Live And Die In L.A +
    She still singin’ like she sung it when you was around
    Homie sometimes I wish that you was around
    Still puttin’ it down.....come on

    Chorus(X2) [ Val Young ]
    ____________________
    I never forget what you said
    Never forget what you did
    I never will (Johnny-J: -I- Never Will), I will never will

    Verse-3: [ Napoleon ]
    __________________
    I still remember what you told me
    +Keep Ma(your) Head Up+, +Are You Still Down+
    Don’t never give up, do +I Get Around+
    No I had to switch up
    I did alotta changes dawg I had to grow up
    It’s still +All Eyez On Me+
    Oh yeah remember +Shorty well he Still Wanna Be A Thug
    Reminds me of me...and +I Ain’t Mad At’cha+…
    …that you had to go, oh yeah that +Rose From The Concrete+
    It did grow, and +Brenda+…she had another baby
    She wonder why they call her a trick
    Pac it’s crazy, once in a while we had gangsta parties
    I still +Toss It Up +, but I don’t drink Bacardi
    The realest hit you ever wrote was everybody's, favorite song
    I mean it played at every party
    When Makaveli came to pop the party
    Was the hardest music that you could find on the market
    Yeah...ya legacy gone live through me
    Every breath that I take you gone breath through me
    June 16th-71' was the day we got a present from heaven
    Pac’s spirit stays present...
    And that’s real....

    Chorus (Till The End) [ Val Young ]
    ____________________
    I never forget what you said
    Never forget what you did
    I never will (Johnny-J: -I- Never Will), I will never will

    Johnny-J Speakin’ Over Chorus:
    ___________________________
    Yo Pac, this is to you man
    You know that Johnny-J got love for you
    I kept it going for you man
    The legacy lives on
    Its nothin’ but love for you
    Just remember one thing Pac
    Amma keep this ride the way you wanted me to ride
    Amma let them know, it never ends
    I'll never forget u man

    *Chorus Fades Out*


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    Artist: Outlawz
    Song: Black Diamond


    [ Young Noble ]
    Thug children, it's just a little somethin for y'all
    We won't front for y'all, I'ma be blunt with y'all
    What you wanna be when you grow up?
    I wanna be a Outlaw just so I can blow up
    Damn skippy, one love to young thugs that ran with me as a young'n
    Playin kick ball, hide and go seek or somethin
    Right on the corner of New, yeah, I remember
    So much fun as a kid, I ain't wanna go in to eat dinner
    We need winners, little homie, stay in school
    That machine in between your two ears is a tool
    A precious jewel, like my two nieces
    Shawniece and Kayla smile, make it all around Christmas
    [Name] gettin bigger, [Name] gettin smarter
    Think I'm gettin older, watch em like vultures
    [Name] got my nephew on the way soon
    Want to raise Khalil to be a man like you
    Oh damn, and little Janet gettin big fast
    But I'ma help [Name] point her down the right path
    Times have changed, it all started with the kids
    Ghetto children, let's live

    [ Kastro ]
    Please know this is true, nothing come before you
    I couldn't afford jewels before I had you
    Now I got one, and I named you Jewel
    Daddy don't love much but I sho' love you
    You my all, my heartbeat and my feet
    And I don't sleep for weeks just so you can eat
    And [Names]
    And the precious Black Diamonds all alone on the streets
    I live for y'all, y'all need me more more than I do
    Don't let em lead you wrong, this is y'all song, y'all special
    And y'all got my heart right where it need to be
    I smile for you cause y'all the destiny

    Outlawz love the kids

    [ EDI ]
    Listen, Malik and Milan
    From deep within me, you shine
    I know you deserve more of my time
    But I'm out here on this grind
    Tryin to make a life better for you
    Cause money makes the world go round and that's gon' forever stay true
    Still when I'm with you it seems like time movin slower
    Cause God gave me a chance to give you game 'fore you grow up
    Daddy's little soldier, I been born again twice
    The strength that I need to go on with this life
    Now as I sing this song for you, I'm here to let you know
    The world belongs to you, go 'head and get that dough
    And let no man stop ya, protect your sister and your mama
    And when times get hard, remember, you got your father
    My Black Diamond

    Black Diamonds
    Yes
    This goes out to all the black children of the world
    All the precious black children
    From the Outlawz
    We love you
    I wanna send a special shout-out to [Name] kids, all 7 of em
    Yeah
    The Black Diamonds
    Black Diamonds


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    Artist: Dead Prez & Outlawz
    Album: U Can't Sell Dope 4ever
    Year: 2006
    Title: Can't Sell Dope Forever



    [Chorus: Young Noble]
    Homie, you can't sell dope foreva
    You can't sell coke foreva
    You can't sell smoke foreva
    Baby, you can't sell ex foreva
    You can't sell sex foreva
    We gotta get ourselves togetha

    [Young Noble]
    It ain't too many dope dealers retiring
    It ain't too many old prostitutes vacationing on the islands
    Instead of knock 'em down, my focus is to inspire 'em
    Stop worshiping money and worship something higher up
    Don't get me wrong cuz, I done been there
    Bottom of the barrel man and it ain't shit there
    No food, no love, whole lot of kids there
    Hand me down footwear, we got put here
    She wanna have a baby, what coz he got good hair?
    But he ain't got no job, and she on welfare
    All he do is go rob, she do the blowjobs
    For '06 Bonnie & Clyde, life is so hard
    Stuck between a rock and a hard place
    Look into the sky and there's no sign of God's face
    We can't get a break, I see my people all stuck in a slump
    It's like we just can't get over the hump
    We need some motivation, we need some inspiration
    We need to be more creative in our ways to get paper
    <a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com">Lyrics</a>
    The block will have ya ass in a box for your duration
    Nigga, all I'm sayin' is this, all I'm sayin' is this ..

    [Chorus: Young Noble]
    Homie, you can't sell dope foreva
    You can't sell coke foreva
    You can't sell smoke foreva
    Baby, you can't sell ex foreva
    You can't sell sex foreva
    We gotta get ourselves togetha

    Homie, you can't sell dope foreva
    You can't sell coke foreva
    You can't sell smoke foreva
    Baby, you can't sell ex foreva
    You can't sell sex foreva
    We gotta get ourselves togetha

    [Young Noble]
    Homie, I ain't tryin' to preach to ya, I'm just sayin'
    The government the bigger gang, and they ain't playin'
    Hangin' my niggaz for hangin' where they bang at
    This is where we live, where we suppose to hang at
    Don't love the rent, I can't afford to rent this month
    I gotta hit this blunt, I gotta get this done
    I know it feel like it ain't no options
    A little education for a broader horizon
    It's hopeless, I'm focused on reachin' the children
    If what you doin' ain't workin, try somethin' different
    Listen, there's lynches and killings in corners
    With nothin' left to show but a prison diploma
    The crooked ass cops tryin' to meet they quota
    So every time they see me, they gon' pull me ova
    The life of a soulja, the world is colda
    And when it get's worse, man it still ain't ova
    I told ya ..

    [Chorus: Young Noble]
    You can't sell dope foreva
    You can't sell coke foreva
    You can't sell smoke foreva
    Baby, you can't sell ex foreva
    You can't sell sex foreva
    We gotta get ourselves togetha

    Homie, you can't sell dope foreva
    You can't sell coke foreva
    You can't sell smoke foreva
    Baby, you can't sell ex foreva
    You can't sell sex foreva
    We gotta get ourselves togetha

    [Stic.man]
    Every new nigga think he not gon' get caught
    The same thing the next man thought, sittin' in court
    It's nothin new under the sun, it's been done
    There's a million niggaz locked up, you just another one
    That got caught up in it, like the government intended
    A pawn for the system at the bottom of the pyramid
    The game is a set up, that's why they call it a trap
    It's infested with informers, snitches and rats
    So watch ya back if you in it, get in and get out
    Invest in ya future, gotta try to find another route
    Coz the war on drugs, is just a war on us
    And the wrong time to see it is when you in them cuffs
    On that bus, frustrated, headed to the big house
    Lookin' at so much time, you might never get out
    If you headed down this route, whoa before you crash boy
    You don't wanna see them red sirens on the dashboard

    [Chorus: Young Noble]
    You can't sell dope foreva
    You can't sell coke foreva
    You can't sell smoke foreva
    Baby, you can't sell ex foreva
    You can't sell sex foreva
    We gotta get ourselves togetha

    Homie, you can't sell dope foreva
    You can't sell coke foreva
    You can't sell smoke foreva
    Baby, you can't sell ex foreva
    You can't sell sex foreva
    We gotta get ourselves togetha, c'mon


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    Artist: Outlawz
    Song: Maintain
    Album: Ride Wit Us Or Collide Wit Us


    [EDI - Talking]
    Uh, time done came, maintain
    This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life
    Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? Holla! (yeah)
    [Napolean - Verse 1]
    The streets is a mother ****er, and I done said it before
    Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door
    All them race for the money at the end of the road
    Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode
    I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny
    Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy
    You crossed the game that the streets don't like
    And ****in with the Outlawz will get you killed tonight
    I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit I ain't never had (uh-huh)
    Just write my frustrations on my notepad
    And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag
    When I was three years old, I done known that
    [Supreme C - Verse 2]
    And yo the game got a nigga ****ed up
    I don't know who to trust, but I know just who to bust (bow)
    Change your main form to ashes to dust
    Minds stay corrupt, I'm a killa in the cut
    I crush any competitor, writin back his editor
    Leave your body leakin, it's Supreme C speakin
    Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn
    You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone
    I'm explosive when my rap over-doses
    Label me ferocious on 'Wanted' signs posted
    See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes
    Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team
    The williest, silliest, but yet I'm dead serious
    Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin
    Foul minds, I'm in your ears like a loud nine
    Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time
    It's on again, got a brother feelin born again
    I swore to win then, naturally my order's in
    Recorded and stated, let the record show I made it
    This dated when we blewin, and how you mother ****ers traded
    Outlawz!
    [Chorus - Napolean & EDI]
    Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)
    You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)
    One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)
    They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)
    Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a *****)
    Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)
    ****in with that money now your brain tame
    You ****in the game and yo we maintain!
    [Young Noble - Verse 3]
    And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you
    And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you
    And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent
    And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit
    And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down
    And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds
    And you ain't never had *****es that'll **** the clan
    Better yet, have *****es that'll **** your man
    And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week
    You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat
    And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough
    And you ain't never know Yak and Pac so give it up!
    [Kastro - Verse 4]
    I love *****es and all types of fast cars (hahaha...me too)
    Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars
    We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again
    I put a box under rocks to dump a body in
    And I swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well
    My world is a jail cell, I can't seem to find bail
    We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)
    Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me
    We maintain!
    Chorus
    [Mil - Verse 5]
    I'm a hell-raisin nigga and I'll burn the place up (Mil)
    The streets made me, look at me now and I'm straighten up
    When I rolled on your block, all I see is your pump
    When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll **** you up
    You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck
    Speak it cheap-goin nigga, I got the heart of a thug
    Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood
    And I'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all
    [EDI - Verse 6]
    Every day I'm stuck in this game so I got to play it
    Yeah I made up my bed so I got to lay in it
    There's only one way out, limo, window tinted
    My momma prayin daily for my spirit
    **** that! I'm here to stay nigga deal with it
    And I'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it
    Meals, I'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when I get it
    Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? Think it's a joke?
    Part it out while I kick it and smoke
    We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes
    Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone
    Fall or come up, **** it, stack ones up
    I keep my guns up, for these killers
    My eyes on these *****es
    And when it's me and the law, shit I'm the first to draw
    Maintain, till the end of the game
    Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?
    Chorus x 2
    [Kastro - talking over second chorus]
    **** that! **** that!
    **** you too baby! **** all y'all niggaz
    I'm on some maintain shit
    All my money gettin niggaz maintain
    Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year
    I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years
    It's called a general,
    It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?
    Can you maintain?


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    Artist: Outlawz
    Song: Everything


    Everything
    is gon' be alright
    you know?
    This is for my young thug Kamillion
    Cause we told him, man
    Yeah
    We told him he's comin back

    [ EDI ]
    The dawn comes after the night
    And there's a silver lining surrounding every cloudy day
    Seems like hard times been a friend of mine I can't shake
    Still I rise with a clique of thugs they can't break
    Pain mixed with rain and no sunshine
    And all we wanted was to be happy just one time
    We had no choice, no voice, only our faith in God
    And the hunger to hustle and get this paper, Lord
    Out in the cold, lost souls, nowhere to go
    Hooked up with Jay [Name] then we found a home
    See, with y'all on the side the world can be against ya
    And they still gon' lose, that's the realer
    Feel us, we ain't killers, we just riders for the have-nots
    Cause some of us ain't got it all, tucked in a stash spot
    Oh yes, we're back, baby, run and tell a friend
    Let em witness how we get us through this hell again
    Come on

    [ CHORUS ]
    Everything is gonna be alright
    We coming back
    Like we said we would
    Everything is gonna be alright
    He's coming back
    For the true and good

    [ Kastro ]
    Our life is like a gunfight, hard to love life
    No hope and no light, dark in the sunlight
    Dodge and duck ( ? )
    I hate to question you God, but I ask you Lord
    Is you comin back just like they said you would?
    I need you here now, I'm yo child, it ain't good
    But I'ma keep my faith in you and that's the truth
    We live ( ? ) thugged out without a clue
    Waitin for revolution, with a love for shootin
    At each other, even brothers kill each other stupid
    And that's the way it been since I could remember
    Born in


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    Artist: Outlawz
    Song: Lost And Turned Out


    I know this young nigga who love to keep his gun in his pants
    14, little Ant will snatch your shit to enhance
    He lost his moms at a early age, pops was cracked out
    His brother ran a drug house where they slept with they Mac's out
    And where we from, **** them basketball teams
    And your neighborhood PAL cause it's all about makin cream
    He stayed dirty, copped a clip for thirty
    He'd rather be sellin drugs early instead of young, black and nerdy
    He had his hard hat, born ready for war
    This young nigga heart's gone and I saw this before
    He lived day by day, prey by prey, stray by stray
    Blunted on Chancellor Ave. 380 hallway
    He bought a AK and I know he gon' sway, it ain't no damn way
    That this young nigga can turn his life around, mang
    Now where is God when you need him, he's internally bleedin
    Little Ant's barely breathin but he gotta stay eatin
    So he robs again but this time he all smoked out
    He put his finger on the trigger and let the death fly out
    Some man got hit, he's layin on the pavement stiff
    Blood drippin from his face and he drownin in it
    Now what a surprise that little Ant can't come around
    That it's his own man dead on the ground
    Dead on the ground

    Damn
    He can't come around
    That it's his own man dead on the ground
    Dead on the ground

    Lost, turned out
    Not a doubt
    What's it all about
    Lost, turned out
    Not a doubt
    What's it all about

    [ EDI ]
    Baby girl, I can see you in that crazy world
    Spinnin out of control, nowhere to go
    At one point in time, huh, you could've been mine
    But you was movin too fast, couldn't take the chance in losin yo ass
    In high school, we was homies, but that was before we
    Started keepin each other from bein lonely
    With my mama workin all the time and your daddy drinkin
    Sneakin, tryin to bump and grind, what is he thinkin?
    We escaped in each other, became friends before lovers
    More like sister and brother, at least we can trust us
    But I had dreams, yeah, my plane leavin soon
    Had to hook up with Pac, huh, continue to bloom
    I called twice just to see if you alright
    Both times you wasn't home, I knew somethin was wrong
    And then I knew I was right, when they said they found you one night
    Barely holdin on, tell me where did you go wrong?
    Was it when you started strippin for tips?
    Then sellin it for mo' chips?
    And sniffin powder just to deal with it
    Can you tell me, I guess that you can't
    Cause I'm hearin you about to take your last dance
    Let the game get the best of you, baby
    Shoulda called on a Law, he was testin you, baby
    But now you gone before you can be found
    Gone without a doubt, lost and turned out
    Lost and turned out

    Lost, turned out
    Not a doubt
    What's it all about
    Lost, turned out
    Not a doubt
    What's it all about

    [ Young Noble ]
    My brother Sean, he home now, he cool for a minute
    I love him to death but bullshit he stays in it
    I'm gettin older [Name] middle school around the corner
    The drug dealers need and teach what they wanna
    "Moms, can I go to the park and play?"
    Didn't play, I was countin every single cent them niggas made
    Then his moms lost her job, no more money-stackin
    On her way home she slipped on some ice and caught a back spasm
    And that's what happened to Aline
    She said she had lotta pains, just an excuse to be a fiend
    Low on food, though it was good what my mama made
    But you know a hungry nigga at school can't concentrate
    B to an F student
    Think about the *****es and the sneakers, my whole childhood ruined
    I made my first sale ( ? ) in a alley way in 164
    I was scared as shit
    I wasn't scared of the cops though, this is true
    I was more scared of what mom duke'd do
    So I chilled for a few instead of ( ? )
    Spent weekends with my peeps just escapin the block
    Little [Names], I knew em since seven
    We had a room, they had a house, just no way to compare it
    But they parents taught me shit and gave me shit
    Fed me, treated a nigga just like family
    You gave me love and you neglected me too
    Lost and turned out but still comin home to you
    I love you [Name]
    I love you [Name]

    Lost and turned out but still comin home to you
    I love you [Name]

    Lost, turned out
    Not a doubt
    What's it all about
    Lost, turned out
    Not a doubt
    What's it all about


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    Artist: Outlawz
    Song: Murder Made Easy
    Album: Unknow


    [young noble] (talking)
    Outlaw, outlaw
    Bring your mother ****ing jersey mob
    In the name of makaveli the don, the killa mother****in kadafi

    [akwylah - verse 1]
    Everybody wanna know how i live my life (pucka)
    Where's my balls? (pucka)
    Where's my ice?
    No matter now i answer then, feel my stripes
    You keep poppin shit, i'll pin my knights *dying*
    At your grow dega
    Smokin on your drow flavor
    Spit some pimp shit
    Then dip with your old neighbor (come on)
    And if you really, feel some type of way about it
    Run up in your hood, then i'll shoot my ****in way about it
    This jersey mob, outlaw, akwylah
    To my crew selling coke clinkin' cock dollars
    We in the same game, eat the pain, maintain
    All the snitches wanna see us in chain gangs
    The hate for traitors, that's all a cop thought of
    We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
    Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
    His family prayin 'cause one day they might back into him (uh-huh, uh-huh)

    [smooth - verse 2]
    With nothin to loose, i walk through clutchin my tools
    Ice-grill make you wanna say what's ****in with smooth (yo, what's ****in
    With that nigga?)
    I'm sick of these crews, actin like they've been payin dues
    I put the heat to em, tell them niggaz kick off they shoes
    What would you do in the position when it's us against you?
    That teflon mother ****er, can your head take two?
    Shut the **** up 'fore your luck's up
    What you gonna do when your shit's up
    Besides get dissed on nigga, and pistol-whipped up
    Tied up, mouth taped up, layed out, and hit up
    Leave you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe that shit up
    After the fact, holdin in time, shit up for lit up
    High drilly and shit yeah nigga you know the mix-up
    We that squad for real, jersey mob for real
    It be kill or be killed, so we drawin that steel
    I'm lovin the rush, essex county doublin us, ****in with us (yeah, yeah,
    Yeah)
    We ownin enough, them rollers is bust

    [chorus - akwylah] x 2
    (murder - repeated in background of chorus)
    Murder made easy for dummies
    Before you pull the trigger
    Hit his pockets, take all his money
    First you gotta be smart
    Check his race and his bag
    To see if he's strapped
    And hit him once in the face
    And that's that

    [trife - verse 3]
    Well where you at then?
    When i needed you the most
    I hit rock bottom
    I couldn't see that we was close
    Yo box, watch em
    Now they all champaign
    Ballin campaign
    Yeah that nigga fall in the rain
    Dirty ya joints poppin like you greasy burger enflamed
    Every verse i drop's another small piece of the pain
    Shit'll never be the same
    After we got burned
    Niggaz is burnt out
    And yo there's nowhere to turn
    Like court adjourned
    Without a quarter to burn
    Short of return
    To the same game in order to earn
    Y'all niggaz don't learn
    I ain't concerned by far
    Spit six bars like gem-star, stitches, and scars
    Niggaz dry snitchin, yo they intuition bizarre
    Picture me starved
    Without a partner, pitchin is hard
    Listen, my jaw, to find the right position tomorrow
    Is mission imposs?
    I be yellin really my eyes
    Niggaz kill me when they nod like they really alive

    [kastro - verse 4]
    You ain't shit without your homeboys
    Y'all ain't no grown boys
    I feel it all and no voice
    Now you stuck with no choice
    Get on the ground, give up your property
    It's like monopoly
    With jersey mob this time, they're ain't a mother ****er stoppin me
    That's why i pop three in my throat
    Wait for my shit to drop and it's murder she wrote
    Forgot to pull it close
    And i got enough to go around for everybody challengin
    Guns, never silence, i'm still wildin like allen
    And mister jeru, well it's mob. all that deep shit
    You can keep it
    **** frontin, i ain't never kept a secret
    My dog's swift, doin the hard shift in the jail
    I'm still 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 **** around and take it
    I got these spinks payin a hundred a gram, fifty for half
    I'll get em for thiry that's why i dump at last

    Chorus

    [napolean - verse 5]
    We catch niggaz at the stop light
    And do what's not right
    It's worked for centuries
    To the og's and peace gites
    We seat night, and we run through your chest
    Got a ***** with your name on her breast
    Up to set up your death
    We watch your ass for ten months
    If we gots em (yeah)
    Then the first mistake you make (see them)
    Mother ****er we gots you (got em)
    We do it so cold
    We make your niggaz think they saw a ghost
    You untouchable niggaz don't even know we so close
    (right next to you nigga)
    Coast to coast, we spread so rapidly
    Man, the niggaz sittin next to you answer to me
    Cause we can touch you when we want to
    So watch your tongue
    We listenin closely man
    Y'all know have no one
    We got guns
    Plus the ones that pac left (uh-huh)
    We got enemies
    Plus the ones that pac left (uh-huh)
    We bang thug life, outlaw
    Cause that's our job (yeah, yeah)
    We backed by the mob
    And we hittin these niggaz hard
    So what?

    Chorus


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    Artist: Outlawz
    Song: Us
    Album: Unknow


    It's only us, me, Kastro, EDI and Napoleon
    It's on again, young niggas born again
    I wish somebody coulda told me then
    That we was gon' grow up to be some lonely men
    Now I found out I really don't got friends
    Cause nobody come around when I not spend
    I walk around this ****in planet feelin boxed in
    Smokin stoge after stoge like it's oxygen
    When there was 10 of us we all ate from one dub
    Let's turn the dirt to glory for Pac up above
    Yak one love, I know you gotta be free
    Havin conversations with you when there's nobody but me
    I guess whatever don't kill me make me stronger
    But I don't know if I can take it any longer
    But I got to, cause family live they dreams through us
    It's like 5 million lost souls that cling to us
    But I know one thing, it ain't shit without y'all
    Thug Life for life, Young Noble Outlaw
    It ain't shit without y'all
    Thug Life for life, Young Noble Outlaw

    [ CHORUS: Noble ]
    The only thing that we got left is us
    If you don't have nothin else, son, you got my trust
    Loyalty come first, I put my life in your hands
    I'ma die as a man and die together is the plan
    Keep the team stong, make this cream real long
    Cash last long enough for our grandkids to eat on
    We Outlawz, and if it's on then it's on
    Watch my back, I watch yours and we make it through the strorm
    Thug on

    [ EDI ]
    Early on I knew life wasn't shit
    Just made 2, drugs and love made my daddy split
    Mama's now forced to turn a boy into a man
    Impossible task, still she doin all she can
    And I'm growin quickly, slowly started seein things
    All the wrong in this world, taught me not to believe in things
    Not even man, cause we all change daily
    Best friends be tryin to bring each other death quickly
    Only the strong survive
    As long as I'm alive I ride
    Hooked up with some niggas that I knew had my side
    O-u-t-l-a-w-z
    Me for you, you for me eternally
    Makaveli-trained riders
    Cause the Don may be gone but he remains deep inside us
    It comes out every time niggas try us
    Y'all my family until the Lord'll have me I make this promise

    [ CHORUS: Young Noble ]
    [ Napoleon ]
    I been wakin up, stressin lately
    Sheets wet from the sweat and my hands shaky
    I got a kid on the way, I'm kinda nervous
    I did some dirt in my life, hope it don't curse it
    And all I got left is my Outlaw niggas
    My cousins and my brothers and some Jersey drug dealers
    I keep my faith in the Lord and stay strugglin
    He keep on pushin me forward to stay hustlin
    And when Pac died nobody never knew
    Or gave a **** on what the Outlawz was goin through
    We kept your heads to the sky and our guns too
    We had to ask straight for a dollar to split a cold brew
    And through the process our family was still dyin
    I got a grip of this shit, there's no complyin
    And I'ma be the solid rock that I am, nigga
    And I'ma give it all I got to raise my kid, nigga
    I got the blood of Malcolm X in me
    I got the dirt from the cemetary runnin in me
    One way up and that's how we goin, nigga
    Now put guns up, the world ain't friendly, nigga
    And just wait till you get to hold reality
    And just wait, I bet you try to up your salary
    And these crackers be doin too much
    Let's start the revolution so we can rise up
    Come on

    [ CHORUS ]

    Thug on
    Thug on
    Thug on
    Outlawz till I die, gee
    Pour some liquor on the curb


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    Artist: EDI, Young Noble
    Song: Bomb First FT Makaveli
    Album: The Don Killuminati- The 7 Day Theory


    [E.D.I. Amin]
    For so many days and some many ways we`ve been duckin strays
    They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
    Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go
    I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
    With Outlawz, it`s Makaveli, be the general
    And I be a soldier on a mission
    Sent to do, what you`ll never do
    and that`s ride for the cause
    Yes I`ll die for the cause
    Ya best believe if I`ma leave this bit*h
    Yo I`m dyin with yours
    Kamikaze, sicker than a muh`f**kin Nazi
    Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
    If you ain`t in this rap game, for the motherf**kin cash mayne
    then what is your motherf**kin purpose? None can serve us
    E.D.I. Amin born worthless
    That`s until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!

    [Young Noble]
    Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
    Causin massive terror, y`all niggaz lack, you ain`t thorough
    Half rapper half drug kingpin
    Yer tellin fairy tales dunn
    "King of New York," like you the motherf**kin one?
    But I`m from Jerz and we don`t play that shit
    From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips
    Gettin rich, even though it`s hard
    Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls
    without scarred by a revolv`
    with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five
    Now I`m the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time


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    Artist: Makaveli FT Young Noble, Kastro(Only Outlawz Verse)
    Song: Hail Mary
    Album: The Don Killuminati- The 7 Day Theory


    [Kastro]
    They got a APB, out on my Thug family
    Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks
    Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
    Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai
    Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high
    Visions of me, Thug livin gettin me by
    Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs
    When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs

    [Young Noble]
    Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin on around me
    Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin rowdy
    Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that mother****er
    Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers
    on the regular mashin in a stolen black Ac Integ-ra
    Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya
    Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
    From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt
    Needin work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on
    Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn
    That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
    hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up


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    Artist: Makaveli FT. Outlawz
    Song: Life Of An Outlaw
    Album: The Don Killuminati- The 7 Day Theory


    Young Noble:
    City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe.
    I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street.
    Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.
    Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep.
    No halfs wit no straps, jack.
    It's on to bounce back.
    And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ?
    Get this grip wit hollows to get cha.
    Snip wit clippers. Get the picture?
    I wrote my life down like a scripture.

    EDI:
    And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely.
    Where ain't nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy.
    Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too ?? on a land hell.
    Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.
    Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz
    Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed.
    To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted.
    Approved to go on swole and now I got it.

    Kastro:
    Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin.
    Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
    Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak.
    While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self.
    No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You're all blind.
    Some kind of life of mine Kato don't mind.
    Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is.
    Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw.
    Eh, Noble.
    What's up nigga.
    Would you die for me, nigga?
    Hell yeah.
    Would you kill for me?
    On my grandmother, nigga.
    Ah yo.
    What's up.
    Let's ride on them stupid *****es right now.
    Watch out.

    Napoleon:
    Well now they all say they roaches and parasites.
    Snakes and all they might
    Thug Life break night.
    Drink till we fist fight.
    Life or death. But you can't win with a vest.
    But there won't be no breathing for the reason
    Punk ***** on your breath.
    I see day is dark and I admit it's dark.
    So chase ?
    Beware foolin marks.
    And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly.
    And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty
    .


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    Artist: 2pac FT. Outlawz(Only Outlawz Verses)
    Song: They Dont Give A **** About Us
    Album: Better Dayz


    [EDI]

    It's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone
    Time to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong
    I'm sure you had your reasons dawg
    I don't doubt you
    See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a **** about you
    Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)
    No including yourself
    All you want is what they perceiving as greed
    So as you loaded up that mack and continue to buck em
    I was on paper
    Thinking they don't give a **** about us

    [Kastro]

    Now all my homies got love for me
    Down to catch a slug for me
    Guaranteed to bleed deeply
    Now that's love
    Shit
    Nobody else could give a ****
    If I'm tore down, from the floor down
    Six-feet deep in the cut
    What the **** done went wrong
    How long will I be mourned?
    When I'm gone, same song
    Ain't gave a **** all along
    And who am I to blame em?
    Just do or die through the rainin'
    Since they don't give a ****
    I don't
    Feel what I'm saying?

    [Kadafi]

    Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles
    Wrapped in plastic
    Or closed casket for our troubles
    Pressed in times
    We busted like bubbles
    With the police
    This nation's peace sent here to run you
    Now look at what this crooked world has come to
    I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'
    Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain
    So I spent your time in poor and working
    I see no reason
    So I stay ballin' season to season
    Why you stuck thinking that they give a ****?

    [Napolean]

    You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying
    Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in the dirt just for trying
    Sometimes I think my block is dying
    And that it's awful
    To wake up to another day, shit ain't change that all fool
    I wake up sweatin, dreamin, coughin
    Seein' me upside down backwards head twisted
    While I'm layin in the coffin
    The shit comes around so often
    So tell me something
    Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'
    Nigga I been so through pain go through the struggle
    Doin the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin
    On the edge of straight bustin'
    Well since you don't give a ****
    I be frontin
    And I'ma drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin


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    Artist: 2pac FT. Outlawz(Only Outlawz Verses)
    Song: Fame
    Album: Better Dayz



    [Verse 2: Kadafi]
    Block run and shoot slugs
    We throw them back like hardballs
    Without the gloves
    No love for these fake desperados
    And thugs I bleed to envy
    Smoke and blow out they blunts
    Sipping Henney
    Drunk nights
    And hot days
    Cocking my heat shooting it sideways
    A wife on the run
    Full of common blunts
    Unconditionally married
    To my gun
    Fulfillin' my destiny
    On knees
    And ones desires
    Be pulling all my cabbage like priors
    Stuck in the trance searching for something higher
    Fortune and fame
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3: Kastro]
    Searching for fortune and fame
    Lost in the rain
    A lose of the game
    With life the cost of the game
    We forcing the change
    Mother **** flossing the chain (echo)
    All the blame
    Belongs to the part of the brain (echo)
    That we never use nigga
    Plus my heart is in pain (echo)
    And if I ever lose homey
    Bet I'm at it again (echo)
    Outlaws don't die
    So united we stand (echo)
    And if family come before
    All the fortune and fame (echo)
    [Verse 4: Napoleon]
    As I walk up in the crib
    Laid to rest me head
    Say some rhymes to angels
    Hope they bless my bed
    Hope they bless me the righteous way
    Got a homie locked down
    Outta town
    I sent him a kite today
    Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog
    Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog
    I was passed down the street fame
    Like glocks clocked and keep aim
    Was raised up with a clock box
    And I ran with the local street gang
    They say the light is faded
    But still shine in the dark
    You can easy been a man
    But you is a boy in your heart
    And that's some game that I got
    From generation of game
    In the road of life dog
    We need to switch up lanes
    Think about it
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 5: Young Noble]
    I can't complain
    I've seen my fair share of the fame
    It wont change me
    Now I've got this piece of change
    I feel strange I got so use to the hood
    That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good
    I was just a baby still retarded from slavery
    When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me
    Ghetto ain't made me I made myself
    Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help
    I pray for my health my mind and my family too
    State of myself my grind and my family crew
    Where one hand watches the other
    No we ain't blood
    But we still real brothers
    The struggle is real
    Nothing can steal
    What we build
    And that remains the same
    'Till that day we killed
    And that's real
    Life that I was aimed to be
    Love by my family tree
    That's fame to me
    How about it.


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    mad props on this thread G!!!

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    its to bad young noble didnt do much when pac and kadafi were alive

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