| Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya, buck
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| Then slit ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ???
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| We gone ride for this, my niggas die for this
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| See I’m hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for this
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| Seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw Warriorz
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| Tryin' ta B-I-G, just not Notorious
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| Frost the brick to get you niggas off the dick
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| Gotta chain out cha range and my cross is sick
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| Murda incorporated, of course ya hate it
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| Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross created
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| From the Clair to North Bricks, that’s why I talk slick
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| When Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off quick
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| Shut down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane
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| You got beef with thiza, muthafuckas speak my name
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| Keep the burnas, muthafuckas sleep wit burnas
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| When I catch you nigga course you gone eat the burna
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| (Napoleon)
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| I’ve been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
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| And I’ve been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt
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| I love that they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
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| Turn him to the side before they ass’ll get crunk nigga
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| Head rush that fag ass nigga clinked Napoleon
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| Send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac said it’s on again
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| Shoot ??? |
| ??? |
| in the dark in Jerz with the blood and sharks
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| Fuck the mark, there’s only one Napoleon, It’s me
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| Standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me
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| Ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
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| Like the after party '99 Source Awards, I swear to the law
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| They jealous that we mash for more, I’m tryin to ride snakes hand
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| Shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they jealous that Moonie
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| Bought a eight-fitty, a million’ll send some hot shit thru they panties
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| We ride nigga, it’s hard cause they hide nigga
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| And matter fact we gone suprise some niggas… Outlawz
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| (Yukmouth)
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| Fake ass, soldier niggas wannabe Yuk
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| Y’all niggas scared severly
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| Hook 1 (Yukmouth):
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| Bitch!
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| If you fuck with Tha Outlawz:
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| (Nigga we gone ride)
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| If you fuck with the Regime:
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| (Nigga we gone ride)
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| Bitch!
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| Because… (You gone die)
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| And then… (He gone die)
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| But what… (It's a suicide)
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| Because… (Bitch we gone ride)
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| (Young Noble)
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| From Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff
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| Representin both sides wearin camoflauge cloth
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| I’m in a line up like what ???, Outlawin' up
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| Hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these niggas is weak
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| Nobility in the winter niggas feelin' the heat
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| I got this Outlawz across my belly, never surrender
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| If you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone kill you
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| Or some lil nigga that ain’t never met Pac
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| Who wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops
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| A thug father, the lil nigga was young
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| Outlawz representin' ain’t huggin' a slump
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| Hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy nigga
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| Say goodbye to your kin, you ain’t feelin' me nigga
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| Its gone be done quick, see that you in Jepordy nigga
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| Two shots to the head you can run if yo figure
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| Young Noble, we still gone ride…
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| I still sit and pray y’all, yeah ya’ll when we hustle
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| Can’t a muthafucka touch you when the law love you
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| And we praise 'em waitin' for our chance to burn
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| Muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here’s yo' chance to learn
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| Stuck in a can of worms, bad terms and all
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| Fuck it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call nigga
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| Outlawz echo deep muthafuckas can’t sleep
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| Comin outta every jeep bitch peep this
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| Your man wasn’t shit and neither is you
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| And if you think I’m actin' tough we pumpin' three into you
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| Newborn thugs (**humf**) can’t hold weight but still
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| Lallygaggin in the game made room for the real
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| I see ya crew in the field, I pick 'em off easy
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| Have ya momma at the funeral queezy believe me
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| Half of you fag niggas is part time ridahs
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| Some of the time killas, wit all of the time squealaz
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| Repeat Hook 1
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| Hook 2 (Yukmouth):
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| If you fuckin' wit Rap-A-Lot:
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| (Nigga we gone ride)
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| If you fuckin' wit *scratch overlapping lyrics*
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| (Nigga we gone ride)
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| Because… (You gone die)
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| And then… (He gone die)
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| But what… (It's suicide)
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| My nigga… (We gone ride)
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| (Yukmouth)
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| Bitch we gone ride
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| Thug Lord in this bitch
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| Regime shit nigga…
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| Yuk plays and they call the fuckin fire marshal
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| Supply the arsenal with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
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| The Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Darth Maul |
| Burn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable
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| Remarkable, drink a whole bottle of Remy and wobble
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| My clique follow, ain’t no fair squabble (Regime Life!)
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| These skinny niggas don’t fight light 'em up with hollows
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| Desperado got blood on the bottles make a nigga swallow
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| A bitch don’t like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo
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| Let my cock go, I let the Glock blow for chedda like nachos
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| Recognize the Mob like HBO Sopranos
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| Niggas get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal
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| Inner city plan’ll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo
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| Get niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
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| The Thug Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandals
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| Ridin' camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals
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| My rhymes dismantle, click at foes, niggas say I act like Pac
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| Bitch nigga I don’t rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
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| Bring the west back like Pac, make a nigga gack a Glock
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| Ride strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all original
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| Y’all pitiful, niggas makin millions on bitein shit
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| I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the criminal
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| Lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and turn spiritual
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| Repeat Hook 1 and 2×2 until fade |