| Outlaw Recordz Yeah
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| Thug brothers Outlaw
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| Jerzey Mob nigga
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| What up Kastro?
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| Crime, hustle, maintain
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| Come up, new seasons change
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| Ride or die, live to tell, give 'em hell nigga
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| Bang out, pull 'em thangs out and my people say
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| Oh no, you don’t want war (Y'all don’t want no war)
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| Outlaw Thug Life turn the lights off
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| Oh no, you don’t want war (Turn them lights off)
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| Outlaw world wide turn the the lights off
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| You can take a page out my history book and see what misery looks like
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| A shattered past darker than night, the mobster fights
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| The narcs and the
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| No more dreams for this young ass teen
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| I came out clean though, 'caus when I went to Jail I nevr stayed
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| And when them niggas started bustin' I came out unscathed
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| Guardian angel or just good luck
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| Or a young ass nigga who saw game and soaked it up
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| Probably all of the above and I ain’t crazy
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| Shit I know I thangs happen everyday so I stay heated
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| And all you industry geeks got us twisted
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| We them niggas that lives this, in case you missed it
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| I never rat on my friends y’all niggas eat cheese
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| Got ya bitch by the brains bout to make her eatin D
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| Boy I come from a long line of row
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| We grind for more, turn ya lights off
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| Crime, hustle, maintain
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| Come up, new seasons change
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| Ride or die, live to tell, give 'em hell nigga
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| Bang out, pull 'em thangs out, what people say
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| Oh no, y’all don’t want war
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| Outlaw Thug Life turn the lights off
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| Oh no, y’all don’t want war
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| Outlaw world wide turn the the lights off
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| Out on the block
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| See my nigga picked him up said «we on now»
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| Us lil young mofuckas swear we grown now
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| We hit the streets since we was thirteen, barely had Twenty dollars
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| Now you see us ridin' new Impalas
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| Crossed over bridges while makin' mills in this rap shit
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| Took the dirty money and we found another to attract it
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| Knowin these niggas be tryna get me for the dough
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| I’m keepin' pistol, they quick to let the handle show
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| Die These lil niggas better shoot fast
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| Don’t think we won’t throw them thangs, we known for whoopin niggas ass
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| Malicious we’ve even got some older niggas scared
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| Just point the finger at them niggas that you want dead
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| We sit and rollin' up a sack of weed, talkin' to me
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| A fifth of liquor is what we probably need
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| And by the time we both in the zone
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| He start to tellin' me bout niggas he was plottin' on
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| Niggas he puttin' on niggas he done broke his motorola on
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| Talkin' bout them niggas on the block they don’t get along
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| Zane
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| There’s one rule to life, get yours nigga
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| Got bullets in your gun? |
| Spit yours nigga
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| Is a lick to be hit? |
| Hit yours nigga!
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| If there’s bricks to be flippped, flip yours nigga
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| If your peeps really in need, loan yours nigga
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| If there’s hits to be made, own yours nigga
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| One the right track, fight back, fuck the bark
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| You niggas live life blind tryna touch the dark
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| You a fuckin' mark, don’t make me start
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| With the Jerzey Mob and the Bonapartes
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| You blown, listen to this in the dark
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| When the Outlawz ride nigga
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| My pen is taught niggas on the streets the truth
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| Even though I’m twentytwo my old soul is
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| We used to guzzle old gold and poof
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| Aye yo we used to muscle grown folks on the roof for loot
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| If you lose a boot, nothin' but a new recruit
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| What the fuck you gonna do nigga? |
| Tie your shoe
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| Crime, hustle, maintain
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| Come up, new seasons change
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| Ride or die, live to tell, give 'em hell nigga
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| Bang out, pull 'em thangs out, what people say
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| Oh no, y’all don’t want war
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| Outlaw Thug Life turn the lights off
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| Oh no, y’all don’t want war
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| Outlaw world wide turn the the lights off
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| I ain’t got no time to wait
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| I thug heavy whether you ready or not
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| And if you handled them with Glocks
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| If you start to feelin' faint, I’ll probably hit you with some shots
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| And actin fast you just didn’t hear the pop
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| I’m not the one to test, I ain’t got enough time to let you be fuckin' off mine
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| Time is of the essence, the stressin' it make you ugly
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| I couldn’t floss if I had bad karma, 'cause they among me
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| And I know it hurt and the hate leave scars
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| Got em warrin' over money and turf that ain’t ours
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| Well it’s ours, you niggas know we run this shit |
| So don’t ever bring your boys or your gun here bitch
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| You fuckin right, we don’t belong here, we possessive
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| Life’s a contradiction, suck dick with them suggestions
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| Or come to the east side and see how my hood is
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| 'Cause everybody here tryna see what livin' good is
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| So watch all your big mouth talk about your ballin'
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| But we get you, but you rich, you just back down in your wallet
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| I’m makin' money with the arabs, break cash, straigh slabs of raw
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| The spectacular, the ghetto star
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| The lyrical jabberjaw with the baddest broad inside the lavish car
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| Half of y’all talk shit behind my back, but me no mad at y’all
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| I laugh at y’all, ha-ha-ha, foolish mortal I rebuke you peasants
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| comin' through like betters To scoop ya letters million dollar fettish
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| Gotta get it, war with me I put a bomb inside your kids presents
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| Kerbloom, black suits fill the room
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| Got killas and goons baggin' heroine fillin' baloons
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| The realest platoon outlaws down that cryst
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| Smoke-A-Lot smoke pounds of piss
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| With rubber bands around my wrist
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| Callers be countin' the chips
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| And don’t leave me around your bitch
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| She get a mouth full of dick
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| That nigga Nobe and Yukmouth so sick
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| Iced out pull the fo' five out to wipe you out
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| Lights out bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lightz Out , by - Young Noble. Song from the album Noble Justice, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп