Getlow Outlawz

Lyrics

[Intro: JT The Bigga Figga] 2K2 nigga Uh huh uh huh It's them get low niggas and them outlaw niggas What's up Young Nobe? JT The Bigga Figga Dub Uh Huh Uh Huh Telly Mac though [Verse 1: JT The Bigga Figga] My life is nothin' like a movie on the big screen My clique reads for green, the black version of scream I've got a mothafuckin' murder team We young hogs, skinny nigga swingin big balls Big guns in our drawers You puppies woofin' to this big dog I keep my shit raw, clique lavish explicit battle on all y'all Get Low Outlaw, give a fuck about y'all We hit you niggas quick with the south paw Cash on delivery, criminal chemistry Keep 45 infinity, the mobsta of the industry Politically incorrect, just retrospect And respect a skinny nigga with a loud mouth and a new Tech [Verse 2: Double-D] It's double D in the place to be, bitch And I got what it takes to make a G flip so quick I'm colder than ice pistol holdin' while strollin' at night To me it's nothin' dog like rollin' a dice Whether hit or crap out, whatever [?] then I'm back out On the streets like a wild beast, stabbin' with his gat out Fiendin' for blood, lost human beings fiendin' for love Lost in the mind blinded by the demons and drugs Where the love at? Catch me on the corner where the thugs at Blow a dub sack with ya, bust a couple raps with ya Then I gotta jet 'cause my set be flamin' For respect niggas bang with they plastic swangin' [Chorus: Telly Mac] It's the Outlawz and Get Low, we out to get the real dough West coast East coast, Dirty Jerz to Fillmoe Get ya scrill yo, it's for real yo Get ya scrill yo, it's for real It's the Outlawz and Get Low, we out to get the real dough West coast East coast, Dirty Jerz to Fillmoe Get ya scrill yo, it's for real yo Get ya scrill yo, it's for real [Verse 3: JT The Bigga Figga] If you catch me with the mic in my hand I'm comin' right from the van With major plots to get to hundreds of grands I got 'em scopin' or blowin' take 'em all for the flow And stay skirtin in a mothafuckin' fo tre o Leathered down like I'm Loc A low Zigg zagg in they pockets to makin profit's like the dope man code I stay silky when I'm bobbin and weavin' I may be robbin and thievin Makin Fetti, I could hardly believe it My niggas thuggin for the rap sheet, they lust for papes We tuck the tape, and majors get fucked in the face I'm a hot boy H-O-V- and always stay low key A Outlaw, from the G-L-P [Verse 4: Young Noble] Young Noble Outlaw, with my Get Low family From the Scro to the Bricks, niggas understand me Never underrated, never wanna make me mad neither I'm tycoonin like that JT The Bigga Figga You might catch Nobe cruisin' through Fillmoe Meet Telly Mac, Double D and D-Mo Puffin a swisher or fuckin' with bitches You know them low and them law niggas we don't fuck with snitches JT the one that said we should go independent and we We dropped Ride With Us Or Collide With Us Now the ball is bouncin' the Lawz is countin' Calls from my accountants to the mall I'm bouncin' And I'm never gonna stop this shit All my niggas in the bay, they gon' cop this shit Outlaw Get Low, who can top this shit? I got back up before when I fire I hate [Chorus: Telly Mac] It's the Outlawz and Get Low, we out to get the real dough West coast East coast, Dirty Jerz to Fillmoe Get ya scrill yo, it's for real yo Get ya scrill yo, it's for real It's the Outlawz and Get Low, we out to get the real dough West coast East coast, Dirty Jerz to Fillmoe Get ya scrill yo, it's for real yo Get ya scrill yo, it's for real [Verse 5: Telly Mac] I'm the mothafuckin' general, my niggas call me Mac Tell From the Fillmoe, Frisco, the city of pack bill Mark fuck a mark, it be murder after dark When you come into the bay with the giants and the sharks We be sharp, and we all be on point like darts In the streets, how they do it in the jerz back east What we don't need no iron, we already creased And what we speak, happens every day of the week Shit we need street wars when the heat pours And if you able to Get Low or the Outlawz then detour We blowin' up like C-4, out for respect, no rewards Open up yo' eyes nigga see more than you saw before [Verse 6: San Quinn] You get destroyed like the world trade, the world amazed When the verse is served I burn the page I set the stage for the G-Shit to occur Bricks we scur you found hatin' 'cause my foundation is firm Press the issue like perms, harder than Jada's I move in silence, kill niggas on paper (Blaow!) You're bodies will be missin (Ha!) No longer will you be mentioned (No!) Life fiction Outlaw Get Low Fillmoe mission (Nigga!) Loc down like a 20 sack, get pride give me that 'Fore I put you where the worms be, show you how the semi act A damn fool, truly rude Like a Jamaican never will I be fakin' a move