| We be hangin’on the block 'til dawn →Eminem
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| Outsidaz’Night Life
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| Stayin’spaced out like Dr. Octagon →Eminem
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| Outsidaz’Night Life
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| This rap hell has got skells and mac twelves
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| Over past gels, crack sales, and blackmails
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| When your people get clocked it hurts
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| They quit thuggin, run and join a baptist church
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| We pushin white C-3's with five TV’s
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| The Outsidaz, its on the Night Life EP
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| See, Axe the trife type, live the Night Life
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| Amongst dark alleys and bright lights
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| A heist might, end it all for the right price
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| Guess who’s back in the house, Axe and the Outs
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| The wack crap you yappin about get you cracked in the mouth
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| Wanna be president, put me in office
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| My old ??? |
| ran for European horses
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| Skiing off cliffs, G’ing off this
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| Rob banks, clearin Porsches
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| Me and Nawshis, y’all shoulda been being cautious
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| My Night Life’in, make cats get liars
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| When Axe pass the striker, I rapid fire
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| Nauseous, I’m main coursin', no appetizer
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| The emcee sacraficer, like a rap messiah
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| Run up on you, 'specially if that balls sellin
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| Catch him on stage, get put in a full nelson
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| This the O-U-T flow, for rappers finito
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| But’cha girl could get the EP tho'
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| Outsidaz’Night Life
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| We be hangin’on the block 'til dawn →Eminem
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| Outsidaz’Night Life
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| Stayin’spaced out like Dr. Octagon →Eminem
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| Outsidaz’Night Life
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| We be hangin’on the block 'til dawn →Eminem
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| Outsidaz’Night Life
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| What’choo want, what’choo want, what’choo want, what’choo want?
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| You corn like the cereal Pops
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| Get ripped torn over my stereo box
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| ?Ya'oufits? |
| on like stretch and pops weapons cocked
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| Get skipped like records ???, then I’m stretchin ya drop
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| Out’s, we love cream, guns, and bitches
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| Don’t trust fiends, nuns, and snitches
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| Want funds and riches, bombin sisses
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| Plus we out for fame like Bonnie and the Pointer sisters
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| You could feel it The floors is shakin, wars is wagin'
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| Across the nothern nations
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| All before daylight savings
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| The Night Life on location
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| Gun and smoke risin’like undertoe lake reservations
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| Under y’all faces, its hip hop John Wayne? |
| Gaisees?
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| With laced weed and bass beats
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| We got grow six, explosives, and overdoses
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| For you and your associates
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| While we sweep the coast’es’s
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| Outsidaz transendin
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| The hip hop world as you know it, is now at an endin
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| Roll up the crime crime, organized crime dime
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| Between love and hate theres a fine line
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| Some people hate how we gettin it, some people ride mine
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| Cheer for me like they got pom-poms in the nine-nine
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| We straight rockin it, two G, we lockin shit
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| Outsidaz’Night Life a gift to the provocative
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| Where I’m from we miss Biggie
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| Flip keys, so if you stick with me Its strictly bright lights and big cities
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| No dough, its a lotta caffeine, gotta have cream
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| Thats why we run this rap scene like a Carl Lewis track team
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| D-U'a, representin New Jay-ruz
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| Pump six holes in you like pool tay-bles
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| Yeah, we stack dough get wet like tadpoles
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| Y’all fags though nigga, all pussy like black gold
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| With the mack fold, punk you ain’t gon’do shit
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| Don’t pull it out if you ain’t gon’use it These are the last days before I get cast weight
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| Its a must, I have to Rock Hard like Cafe
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| Mother…
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| Outsidaz, Night Life, urban brew
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| Why try, we murda you
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| Drive by’s in convertible
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| Lex, stretched like your grandmothers chest
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| Yes sir, plus higher than your pops blood pressure
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| Outsidaz, Night Life, urban brew
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| Why try, we murda you
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| Drive by’s in convertible
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| Lex, stretched like your grandmothers chest
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| Yes sir, plus higher than your pops blood pressure |