You, you, you with your funny, fun, fun. Lookin' up at the sunny, sun, sun. Butterfly cheeks and lemon-cut hair. Hardly a worry and never a care. . In her eyes, the color of love.
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured. And just looked at the whole situation. 'Cause once you look at it. You know (Really do). . They don't give a fuck about us.
This is for thugz in every state, we know that bustaz gonna hate tonite world. wide,. Ain't no place that we rather be, livin it up with the family tonite and world.
Yo, yo what up? one luv, one thug. Know what y'all muthafuckas need?. What we need nigga? Know what America need?. What do America need? A Outlaw as a president.
Verse 1: Young noble. . Yo. I don't want no open caskets. Don't be crying to me. I don't want nobody standing there lying to me. Talking about if you was there you would've died for me.
A military mind, nigga. A military mind mean money. A criminal grind, nigga. A criminal grind mean hustle. You know. . We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise.
Sometimes I feel like I'm getting kinda low. Thoughts that I'm thinkin' are the reason I know. So I try to remember, without talkin' to myself. Things that I said or maybe things that I felt about you.
Yo, it's gettin' colder with time, Thug rollers with rhymes. Gotta look out for the spineless, marchin' with mines. Outlawz on the grind, in the back of my mind.
I don't feel like I'm at home, in the morning all alone. Tryin' hard to do the things I know I should. When the night closes in and the loneliness begins.
Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz. Them outlaw world-wide my figures.. From triumph to tragedy,. To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me..
Uh, uh, Outlawz. Who. Why don't y'all niggas move the fuck over for a minute. Let us get in, time's up. Outlaw nigga. . I was trained to bang your life over.
[Kastro] (talking). Hmm, damn, I feel ya. Turn, nope, don't nobody care. These Outlawz feel y'all (yup). Yeah, don't nobody care. Sometime it get like that (When it feel like don't nobody care).
(Young Noble). Sexy should be a felony she lookin so damn good. so classy, yet she's so damn hood. And when the bottles get to poppin. and that smoke get to smokin.
Outlaw, outlaw, bring your mother fucking Jersey Mob. In the name of Makaveli the Don, the killa motherfuckin' Kadafi. . Everybody wanna know how I live my life.
[EDI - Talking]. Uh, time done came, maintain. This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life. Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? Holla! (yeah).
What? Young Noble nigga. Get it right. . For the world, my girl, my kid, my dog. And I know you mad at Pac for creating the Outlawz. For the block, cops and the pigeons who watch.
The fog rolls in the morning. And I can hardly find my way. Home to where the heart is. That words can't begin to say. Enough about the gentle way. You always take me in.
Life is what you make it nigga. Get up off your ass and get some. Always hollering about you want something nigga. . Verse 1: Young Noble. . Yo, I've been abducted by the block.
What, wherever you at. (Hang on). Hold your head put your head to the sky. For my ankle bracelet niggas. (Hang on). 25 to life niggas Outlawz hang on.
I was born in the south land. Grew up rolling stone. Working all day in factories. Was livin' it all alone. . I got no friends to call my own. No woman to love me.