Lyrics Getlow Outlawz - Young Noble

Getlow Outlawz

2K2 nigga
Uh huh uh huh
It’s them get low niggas and them outlaw niggas
What’s up Young Nobe?
JT The Bigga Figga
Dub Uh Huh Uh Huh
Telly Mac though
My life is nothin' like a movie on the big screen
My clique reads for green, the black version of scream
I’ve got a mothafuckin' murder team
We young hogs, skinny nigga swingin big balls
Big guns in our drawers
You puppies woofin' to this big dog
I keep my shit raw, clique lavish explicit battle on all y’all
Get Low Outlaw, give a fuck about y’all
We hit you niggas quick with the south paw
Cash on delivery, criminal chemistry
Keep 45 infinity, the mobsta of the industry
Politically incorrect, just retrospect
And respect a skinny nigga with a loud mouth and a new Tech
It’s double D in the place to be, bitch
And I got what it takes to make a G flip so quick
I’m colder than ice pistol holdin' while strollin' at night
To me it’s nothin' dog like rollin' a dice
Whether hit or crap out, whatever then I’m back out
On the streets like a wild beast, stabbin' with his gat out
Fiendin' for blood, lost human beings fiendin' for love
Lost in the mind blinded by the demons and drugs
Where the love at?
Catch me on the corner where the thugs at
Blow a dub sack with ya, bust a couple raps with ya
Then I gotta jet 'cause my set be flamin'
For respect niggas bang with they plastic swangin'