| Lovin' you, oh baby
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| Outsidaz is the sign of power
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| Tauntin' you, oh baby
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| Cats trynna diss, got me in Whoop Ass Anonymous
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| Wit a bad case of droppin' kids that’s poppin' shit
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| Stop it cause, I get the money
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| I say I’m Young Zee, I fuck girls that talk country
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| My girl got a crib and a range
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| Low budget hoes trynna knock ya game
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| Like did Courtney Love kill Kurt Cobain?
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| From close range, turn his brain to shrimp lomaine
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| Cats make you wanna bash their mouth
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| Til you AWOL’in out the half way house
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| We rock til it’s time to fuck to go
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| Fifty Outsidaz throwin' up the O, it’s the sign
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| Rougher than rugby
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| Your girlfriend talk about this cuz she love me
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| She know I got money
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| So quit wit the rah rah, lookin' at me funny
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| Before I make the situation ugly, buddy
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| I don’t wanna wild and leave ya chest piece bloody
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| Besides my girl more chocolate than chunky
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| Sweat the perm out, leave the bedroom funky
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| Whispered in my ear, said she only wanna fuck me
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| Ride around, give me head in the buggy
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| I3−20, song sound lully
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| When we go wild, it’s my rhyming design
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| Throw up the Outz, it’s the sign of the time
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| It’s like now we probably teein' off like Howie
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| Seein' stars geein' off, best be beatin' off my sty-lee
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| I ain’t the one that set you up wit a scuzzy
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| Trust me, I bust you and ya bosom buddies
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| Outz great flows that annihilate foes
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| Frontin' days found out I violate hoes
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| Outz all carry gats, and test more drugs than laboratory rats
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| Fuck how you niggas wanna act
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| I slaughter cats off sacks fattest quarterbacks
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| Guns cock back, crackin' all of that, it’s more than rap
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| Bless my turf, and all those curse
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| Cuz how it is in the heavens, it shall be on earth
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| But til the subside, you tough guys and for a rough ride
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| Like DMX’s squad, when I puff lye, plus ya
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| Hotter than San Fernando Valley out in Cali
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| Realer than clear Muhammad rallies, throw up the sign
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| I’m sure you heard all the rumors
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| D.U.'ll flows stay nighty like Kaluma
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| Turn around and battle ya back
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| Dramatical acts, this is mami of Samuel L. Jackson
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| Take 12 aspirin’s then start gaspin' for breath
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| Nigga don’t do it to ya self
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| Liquid Snake, Metal Gear Solid dick
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| Knock a man off a cliff watch him land in a pile of shit
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| Telepathic, Capri’s dolphins, I teach often
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| Wit a heart Stone Cold like Steve Austin
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| Revelation’s settin' dates of verse now
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| Throw up the O, it’s the sign of the times |