Lirik Lagu Outlaw 2000 - Outlawz
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Uh uhOutlawzWhoWhy don't y'all niggas move the fuck over for a minuteLet us get inTime's upOutlaw nigga
Verse 1: Napoleon
I was trained to bangYour life overCatch a game that Pac told youFast laneCan't stay soberGet the moneyThen flip it overBut honeys we lace thatNigga we stay strappedYou take another step and I'll move you 8 backFor the money I mean mugYou hog and I'll hold a grudgeI'll meet you in the parking lotHandle some mutha fuckasSolution, there ain't noneNigga I can't runIt's something gonna be doneThen fuck it lets dump someYou wastin your breathAnd I'm surprised there's some leftI got my nine on your chestAnd you got your mind on your gatAnd I got this shit up inside of meHoldin on like its riding meTelling me to get this moneyFuck y'all 'cause you trying meI bust yall'Cause you eyeing meWhat dogIt's inside meI blame my shit on societyStackin money inside of me
Verse 2: Edi
Where the fuck is my niggas at (right here)Where the fuck is my bitches at (right here)For the liveWe about to enter this game one more timeNow uhThrow up your mutha fuckin hood and make it shineAnd aGive up the mutha fuckin goods 'cause they mineUh huhWe done forgottenDirty niggas from the blockRottenLeaving niggas rottenIt's a mutha fucka plottinUh huhWe keep it poppin like pussy in the southDisrespect the LawzAnd we'll see fifty to your mouthWe the OUT-LAWZ!Damn rightStand TightWe the OUT-LAWZ!Smackin these niggas who can't fightOUT-LAWZ!Nigga we don't give a what!?OUT-LAWZ!Remember we Hit 'Em Up
Chorus: Kastro (Young Noble)
How many mutha fuckas hereGonna show no fearWhen there's death in the airMy manI seen to many crackSoon as they seen a gatEven though they be strappedThat ain't G (That ain't G)I've been all around the worldIn every hood that stirWithout a worry in the worldThat's me (That's me)And this Outlaw gangGonna do a Outlaw thangTill we six feet deepSix feet deep (Six feet deep)
Verse 3: Kastro
I wake up with a new 4Sleep with 2 4And a 12 gauge pumpWaiting for something to jumpY'all must be kidding meTalking about ridding meFaggotThis world is mines and I ain't having itListenHow it feel trying to stealA nigga you can't killA nigga so real we make time stand stillThat's meLil' OGI ODedAnd one moreMy balls hangAnd I bangTill I'm stiff on the floorOh noYoThey must have did it againTalking they self to deathThey gonna feel it againAnd that's thatThat's allThat's itNo moreWe the realest to ever did this shit thus far
Verse 4:
Dirty jersey only breedKillers and dogsSince I'm both I'm in your drivewayWith gauge in the fogAin't shit sweet aboutA nigga from New YorkAccept the not guilty verdictThat you hear in the courtBang you from the carRocking Me Against the WorldAnd the blood from your face fly and land on your girlI'm gunnin grownEven bag up coke when my mother homeJust got the new gunThat bust off with another tone
Chorus: 1x
Verse 5: Young Noble
YoMake a move young homieIf you choose young homieWe school young homiesWho the fuck is us homiesWe OUT-LAWZ!Chewing D mutha fuckasAnd we about to ballBest believe mutha fuckasAnd it's like a bidI know y'all been waiting to bump thisWe raised your kids with this mutha fuckin thug shitNoby the holiestThe cripin and the blood shitStripper club shitBitches giving love quickFuck this we gonna take it thereNigga you wants no part of thisWe trade your sharesMake it clearWhere you goingFace your fearsA lot of money to be made this yearOver hereAnd we hate the copsWe catch you niggas slippinThen we take your blockMy homies stay creepingAnd we ride for 'PacYou know it ain't a thangAnd we ride for YakYou niggas know it ain't a game'Cause we bleed for thisAnd if you don't believe in nothing elseBelieve in thisOutlawz is itSo come and get it nigga
Chorus 1x
Verse 1: Napoleon
I was trained to bangYour life overCatch a game that Pac told youFast laneCan't stay soberGet the moneyThen flip it overBut honeys we lace thatNigga we stay strappedYou take another step and I'll move you 8 backFor the money I mean mugYou hog and I'll hold a grudgeI'll meet you in the parking lotHandle some mutha fuckasSolution, there ain't noneNigga I can't runIt's something gonna be doneThen fuck it lets dump someYou wastin your breathAnd I'm surprised there's some leftI got my nine on your chestAnd you got your mind on your gatAnd I got this shit up inside of meHoldin on like its riding meTelling me to get this moneyFuck y'all 'cause you trying meI bust yall'Cause you eyeing meWhat dogIt's inside meI blame my shit on societyStackin money inside of me
Verse 2: Edi
Where the fuck is my niggas at (right here)Where the fuck is my bitches at (right here)For the liveWe about to enter this game one more timeNow uhThrow up your mutha fuckin hood and make it shineAnd aGive up the mutha fuckin goods 'cause they mineUh huhWe done forgottenDirty niggas from the blockRottenLeaving niggas rottenIt's a mutha fucka plottinUh huhWe keep it poppin like pussy in the southDisrespect the LawzAnd we'll see fifty to your mouthWe the OUT-LAWZ!Damn rightStand TightWe the OUT-LAWZ!Smackin these niggas who can't fightOUT-LAWZ!Nigga we don't give a what!?OUT-LAWZ!Remember we Hit 'Em Up
Chorus: Kastro (Young Noble)
How many mutha fuckas hereGonna show no fearWhen there's death in the airMy manI seen to many crackSoon as they seen a gatEven though they be strappedThat ain't G (That ain't G)I've been all around the worldIn every hood that stirWithout a worry in the worldThat's me (That's me)And this Outlaw gangGonna do a Outlaw thangTill we six feet deepSix feet deep (Six feet deep)
Verse 3: Kastro
I wake up with a new 4Sleep with 2 4And a 12 gauge pumpWaiting for something to jumpY'all must be kidding meTalking about ridding meFaggotThis world is mines and I ain't having itListenHow it feel trying to stealA nigga you can't killA nigga so real we make time stand stillThat's meLil' OGI ODedAnd one moreMy balls hangAnd I bangTill I'm stiff on the floorOh noYoThey must have did it againTalking they self to deathThey gonna feel it againAnd that's thatThat's allThat's itNo moreWe the realest to ever did this shit thus far
Verse 4:
Dirty jersey only breedKillers and dogsSince I'm both I'm in your drivewayWith gauge in the fogAin't shit sweet aboutA nigga from New YorkAccept the not guilty verdictThat you hear in the courtBang you from the carRocking Me Against the WorldAnd the blood from your face fly and land on your girlI'm gunnin grownEven bag up coke when my mother homeJust got the new gunThat bust off with another tone
Chorus: 1x
Verse 5: Young Noble
YoMake a move young homieIf you choose young homieWe school young homiesWho the fuck is us homiesWe OUT-LAWZ!Chewing D mutha fuckasAnd we about to ballBest believe mutha fuckasAnd it's like a bidI know y'all been waiting to bump thisWe raised your kids with this mutha fuckin thug shitNoby the holiestThe cripin and the blood shitStripper club shitBitches giving love quickFuck this we gonna take it thereNigga you wants no part of thisWe trade your sharesMake it clearWhere you goingFace your fearsA lot of money to be made this yearOver hereAnd we hate the copsWe catch you niggas slippinThen we take your blockMy homies stay creepingAnd we ride for 'PacYou know it ain't a thangAnd we ride for YakYou niggas know it ain't a game'Cause we bleed for thisAnd if you don't believe in nothing elseBelieve in thisOutlawz is itSo come and get it nigga
Chorus 1x
