| But we the last motha fuckaz breathin
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| You don’t beleive us then watch us ya tuned in
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| To them Outlaw ridaz, block survivors
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| Killa Kadafi beside us
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| Reppin that thug shit until they bury or hide us
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| Tellin all of my street souljah’s to rise up
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| From East to West Coast yo, don’t let 'em stop ya
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| It’s a cold, hard way we livin
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| Can’t out just me, and live to smoke a little
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| Watch my children grow a little
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| Get this money, escape the prison
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| My jail niggas doin time I feel ya pain, get out rise
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| It ain’t nothin but a come up
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| Outlaw Recordz it’s official street niggas gettin this money legal
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| We all in together now, ballin together now
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| Secrets of war young busta you better learn about
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| Bust, if you must, plus
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| Get in the business when the jealous niggas fuck with us
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| (Chorus-Kastro)
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| We was taught, at all costs hold down fort
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| And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court
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| Where money, power, guns is boss
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| And countin big funs is the favorite sport
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| We must rise, maximize our size
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| Look alive, be advised it’s a war outside
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| It’s like dodge city, not pretty
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| But don’t nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise
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| (Verse 2-Napoleon)
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| Pause nigga 'fore these shells fall with ya
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| 'Bout to four fifth ya, still don’t get the picture
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| Thuggin on 'em actin sleep when I’m plottin on 'em
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| This little bitty bullet will make his body turn rotten on 'em
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| Sick them rottweiler’s on him, did snatch some dollars from him
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| Bling bling that punk nigga, take the diamonds from him
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| Never had no love for him, nigga we solo
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| Passin out bullets like they promo
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| Oh no, Outlawz comin through
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| Nothin but trouble too, we still do the shit that Pac used to do
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| Who would of knew, that I’d be pointin guns at you
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| Takin funs from you, makin fun at you
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| Busta, ain’t nothin but a Jersey ride nigga
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| Have my fanny so white, enough to sniff lines nigga
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| Napoleon, a.k.a Maximus
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| My plans for this, is rise up, stack chips, nigga rise
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| (Chorus-Kastro)
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| We was taught, at all costs hold down fort
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| And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court
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| Where money, power, guns is boss
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| And countin big funs is the favorite sport
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| We must rise, maximize our size
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| Look alive, be advised it’s a war outside
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| It’s like dodge city, not pretty
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| But don’t nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise
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| (Young Noble)
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| Addicted to adrenaline rush
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| That the streets give off from 5−0 when the heat bust off
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| And I paint it the same cuz I mastermind
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| And every game ain’t the same gotta change with the times
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| And get left behind, blessed by God
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| The judge tryin to stretch the charge
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| Young niggas gotta rise up fuck the narcs
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| Motha fuckaz can’t take orders
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| You ain’t a souljah nigga don’t blame Noble
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| It’s the life of ya kid 25 to life bid
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| Four five to wig, dyin tryin to live
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| The streets is a restin place and yesterday
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| And nigga ain’t no such thing as extra pay
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| So give me mine today, and get yours tomorrow
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| Nigga Pac left the Thug Life love to follow
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| And I’m O-U-T loyal 'till my casket drop
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| Hustle hard 'till it’s hard for the cash to stop, we must rise
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| (Big Syke)
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| Makaveli Kadafi, meant to Big Kato
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| Only ridaz in this day that’s killin willin and able
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| Gang related incorporated, you can’t fade it
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| Haters gotta hate and ridaz glad that we made it
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| Make it take it to the next level
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| Now change the game, fuck the fame
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| Bang 'em scrape on the hang
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| It ain’t no thang to rise above the rest
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| Pass any test, you mention Thug Life you mention the best
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| So invest in a vest, come bang with the best
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| The sunrise in the East but my set in the West
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| Still risin for my nigga Stretch, keep a tech
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| My paper stay risin whether cash or check
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| (Chorus-Kastro)
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| At all costs hold down fort
|
| And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court
|
| Where money, power, guns is boss
|
| And countin big funs is the favorite sport
|
| We must rise, maximize our size
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| Look alive, be advised it’s a war outside
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| It’s like dodge city, not pretty
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| But don’t nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise |