Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rize, artist - Outlawz. Album song Classic Collabz, Vol 1., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outlaw Recordz
Song language: English
Rize |
But we the last motha fuckaz breathin |
You don’t beleive us then watch us ya tuned in |
To them Outlaw ridaz, block survivors |
Killa Kadafi beside us |
Reppin that thug shit until they bury or hide us |
Tellin all of my street souljah’s to rise up |
From East to West Coast yo, don’t let 'em stop ya |
It’s a cold, hard way we livin |
Can’t out just me, and live to smoke a little |
Watch my children grow a little |
Get this money, escape the prison |
My jail niggas doin time I feel ya pain, get out rise |
It ain’t nothin but a come up |
Outlaw Recordz it’s official street niggas gettin this money legal |
We all in together now, ballin together now |
Secrets of war young busta you better learn about |
Bust, if you must, plus |
Get in the business when the jealous niggas fuck with us |
(Chorus-Kastro) |
We was taught, 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 |
Look alive, be advised it’s a war outside |
It’s like dodge city, not pretty |
But don’t nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise |
(Verse 2-Napoleon) |
Pause nigga 'fore these shells fall with ya |
'Bout to four fifth ya, still don’t get the picture |
Thuggin on 'em actin sleep when I’m plottin on 'em |
This little bitty bullet will make his body turn rotten on 'em |
Sick them rottweiler’s on him, did snatch some dollars from him |
Bling bling that punk nigga, take the diamonds from him |
Never had no love for him, nigga we solo |
Passin out bullets like they promo |
Oh no, Outlawz comin through |
Nothin but trouble too, we still do the shit that Pac used to do |
Who would of knew, that I’d be pointin guns at you |
Takin funs from you, makin fun at you |
Busta, ain’t nothin but a Jersey ride nigga |
Have my fanny so white, enough to sniff lines nigga |
Napoleon, a.k.a Maximus |
My plans for this, is rise up, stack chips, nigga rise |
(Chorus-Kastro) |
We was taught, 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 |
Look alive, be advised it’s a war outside |
It’s like dodge city, not pretty |
But don’t nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise |
(Young Noble) |
Addicted to adrenaline rush |
That the streets give off from 5−0 when the heat bust off |
And I paint it the same cuz I mastermind |
And every game ain’t the same gotta change with the times |
And get left behind, blessed by God |
The judge tryin to stretch the charge |
Young niggas gotta rise up fuck the narcs |
Motha fuckaz can’t take orders |
You ain’t a souljah nigga don’t blame Noble |
It’s the life of ya kid 25 to life bid |
Four five to wig, dyin tryin to live |
The streets is a restin place and yesterday |
And nigga ain’t no such thing as extra pay |
So give me mine today, and get yours tomorrow |
Nigga Pac left the Thug Life love to follow |
And I’m O-U-T loyal 'till my casket drop |
Hustle hard 'till it’s hard for the cash to stop, we must rise |
(Big Syke) |
Makaveli Kadafi, meant to Big Kato |
Only ridaz in this day that’s killin willin and able |
Gang related incorporated, you can’t fade it |
Haters gotta hate and ridaz glad that we made it |
Make it take it to the next level |
Now change the game, fuck the fame |
Bang 'em scrape on the hang |
It ain’t no thang to rise above the rest |
Pass any test, you mention Thug Life you mention the best |
So invest in a vest, come bang with the best |
The sunrise in the East but my set in the West |
Still risin for my nigga Stretch, keep a tech |
My paper stay risin whether cash or check |
(Chorus-Kastro) |
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 |
Look alive, be advised it’s a war outside |
It’s like dodge city, not pretty |
But don’t nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise |