Intro (The Big Brother)

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey yo, it's DJ Kay Slay the Drama King! The Big Brother! And this album dedicated to everyone holding it down for the true art form of the hip hop culture over the years! But there's one question I've been meaning to ask some of you fans out there. If you all claim you love Tupac so much why the fuck y'all support a team? Outlawz! [Verse 1: Young Noble] They call me Young Nobe, my verses so cold I'm in the booth for the Cheryl and the 40 Belows From the era when you had to have original flows Now rappers from the East Coast sound like Future or the Migos What happened to my people? Game full of lost souls (lost souls) For a car and a chain will you sell your soul? (No!) Outlawz, we the voice of the underdog And if you listen close, you can hear the word of God Mashallah, I'm blessed with the patience Plottin' for twenty years to give the game a facelift Throwback like Lottos, Ellesses or the Asics Graffiti or the break-in, me and E.D.I. be rage 'em Rage with my thug brothers Makaveli, Kadafi, Hussein Fatal, Big Syke, they no longer with us But we still hear the message real clear (clear) and feel you Staring at the world through my rearview Man of my word, get what I deserve I was just fourteen from Jers' up on 143rd Coppin' what I needed, then shoppin' for some sneakers Before cellphones we was rockin' off the beepers Kay Slay tapes through my boombox speakers Seen good dudes go from Tupac to Bishop Posted in the park watchin' for the roaches And the narcs, first blunt, through this verse I ain't cursed once [Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean] Shout out to Slay, this gon' get more paper from me But I ain't gon' stop 'til I'm gettin' that ballplayer money Ridin' round L.A. in that all-gray Junky With a redbone bitch ridin' shotty rolled it for me I was born on the bloody streets of BK Where the rats and the roaches mingle with the vultures Our heroes' photos was on wanted posters Man I came up under niggas that'll do you for the culture I run up plays mad, you can call me Coach E.D.I Weed's legal where I'm at so you know I smoke freely Palm trees cover the crib, we in the burbs now Tell a little homie to turn down, we workin' now Over here, nigga, that's the motto and the hashtag Hittin' niggas up, man, don't have me a flashback Twenty years removed, the dude' still movin' You can lie all you want but the streets know who the truth is Did it on our own, we ain't kiss no ass either Boy, I'm on the court, I can't hear you in the bleachers Hatin' ass niggas on the blogs, get a real job Pull up to your podcast, kidnap your whole staff If it ain't about cash, man, I don't wanna know If they ain't playin' Pac, boy, I don't wanna go If it ain't Kay Slay, no turnin' on my radio Outlaw for life, you hear me, that's the way to go