Lyrics

[Intro] Can't stop Yeah, Young Noble Outlaw... Let's go [Verse 1] Yeah, revenge is my favorite dish A lot of real street niggas prayed for this All them soldiers locked down couldn't wait for this To hear Nob' spitting that piff that '96 shit We make believers out of atheists Won't put my back against the wall I get to shankin' shit And doing no more asking we just taking shit Call one or two of my 'Lawz they shaking shit Your little bones one squeeze it'll break them shits Well respected by the thugs, bloods and crips They love to trip, I got family on both sides From South Central to Jerz' yeah they down to ride Only prob' I like to do the job by myself Born alone, die alone, I don't need your help (Need your help) We can play a game of layered darts I run laps around rappers I gave a head start Lil homies catching bodies tryna prove they hard Lot of niggas in the dirt just for acting hard You need to read a book and give some time to God My life an open book I got some older scars We used to sell the coke raw in little baby jars They see us coming they ducking "There go them crazy Lawz" We still do this for Kadafi and Fatal dog Between me and E.D.I. we done seen it all We right here they raised two of the best For anybody on my team I'll put two in your chest Still mad at my Makaveli should've kept on his vest He could've hollered at Kidada and just gotten some rest And all these other motherfuckers they are not like us They ain't put in enough work and they don't spit like us We got the streets going bonkers from Jersey to Yonkers Playing with them big boy toys no Tonka Every hood got a hood rat named Yolanda She smoke Newport's and suck dick through the boxers Better leave her '40 on her dress' or she'll box you Nice with the hands tried to two piece my man You told her hold the stash she started pitching out the grams Said the bag on her waist scratched the palm of her hand But ain't no luck coming just struggle if you don't hustle Thug In Peace Kadafi, Fatal and Nip' Hussle Niggas need to find them a heart like Nip Russell Scary ass niggas that shoot you they won't touch you Stop carrying the weight of the World it's gon' crush you Talking shit I could get you hit off the muzzle (Off the muzzle) Nigga, this is Outlawz we breathe Pac Bitch! Classic like Reeboks nigga! We get the bread like Pumpernickel Up early in the morning just to pump the nickels (Pump the nickel) In the hood you got the uncles fucking little sisters Baby mama's turning tricks tell you mind your business Tell them little bitches need to find some business Before somebody end up come up missing Let's go...