Lightz Out

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Noble] Outlaw Recordz Yeah Thug brothers Outlaw Jerzey Mob nigga What up Kastro? [Chorus: E.D.I.] Crime, hustle, maintain Come up, new seasons change Ride or die, live to tell, give 'em hell nigga Bang out, pull 'em thangs out and my people say Oh no, you don't want war (Y'all don't want no war) Outlaw Thug Life turn the lights off Oh no, you don't want war (Turn them lights off) Outlaw world wide turn the the lights off [Verse 1: E.D.I.] You can take a page out my history book and see what misery looks like A shattered past darker than night, the mobster fights The narcs and the [?] No more dreams for this young ass teen I came out clean though, 'causе when I went to Jail I nevеr stayed And when them niggas started bustin' I came out unscathed Guardian angel or just good luck Or a young ass nigga who saw game and soaked it up Probably all of the above and I ain't crazy Shit I know I thangs happen everyday so I stay heated And all you industry geeks got us twisted We them niggas that lives this, in case you missed it I never rat on my friends y'all niggas eat cheese Got ya bitch by the brains bout to make her eatin D Boy I come from a long line of row We grind for more, [?] turn ya lights off [Chorus: E.D.I.] Crime, hustle, maintain Come up, new seasons change Ride or die, live to tell, give 'em hell nigga Bang out, pull 'em thangs out, what people say Oh no, y'all don't want war Outlaw Thug Life turn the lights off Oh no, y'all don't want war Outlaw world wide turn the the lights off [Verse 2: Lil Zane] Out on the block See my nigga picked him up said "we on now" Us lil young mofuckas swear we grown now We hit the streets since we was thirteen, barely had Twenty dollars Now you see us ridin' new Impalas Crossed over bridges while makin' mills in this rap shit Took the dirty money and we found another to attract it Knowin these niggas be tryna get me for the dough I'm keepin' pistol, they quick to let the handle show Die These lil niggas better shoot fast Don't think we won't throw them thangs, we known for whoopin niggas ass Malicious we've even got some older niggas scared Just point the finger at them niggas that you want dead We sit and rollin' up a sack of weed, talkin' to me A fifth of liquor is what we probably need And by the time we both in the zone He start to tellin' me bout niggas he was plottin' on Niggas he puttin' on niggas he done broke his motorola on Talkin' bout them niggas on the block they don't get along Zane [Verse 3: Young Noble] There's one rule to life, get yours nigga Got bullets in your gun? Spit yours nigga Is a lick to be hit? Hit yours nigga! If there's bricks to be flippped, flip yours nigga If your peeps really in need, loan yours nigga If there's hits to be made, own yours nigga One the right track, fight back, fuck the bark You niggas live life blind tryna touch the dark You a fuckin' mark, don't make me start With the Jerzey Mob and the Bonapartes You blown [?], listen to this in the dark When the Outlawz ride nigga [?] My pen is taught niggas on the streets the truth Even though I'm twentytwo my old soul is [?] We used to guzzle old gold and poof Aye yo we used to muscle grown folks on the roof for loot If you lose a boot, nothin' but a new recruit What the fuck you gonna do nigga? Tie your shoe [Chorus: E.D.I.] Crime, hustle, maintain Come up, new seasons change Ride or die, live to tell, give 'em hell nigga Bang out, pull 'em thangs out, what people say Oh no, y'all don't want war Outlaw Thug Life turn the lights off Oh no, y'all don't want war Outlaw world wide turn the the lights off [Verse 4: Bad Azz] I ain't got no time to wait I thug heavy whether you ready or not And if you handled them with Glocks If you start to feelin' faint, I'll probably hit you with some shots And actin fast you just didn't hear the pop I'm not the one to test, I ain't got enough time to let you be fuckin' off mine Time is of the essence, the stressin' it make you ugly I couldn't floss if I had bad karma, 'cause they among me And I know it hurt and the hate leave scars Got em warrin' over money and turf that ain't ours Well it's ours, you niggas know we run this shit So don't ever bring your boys or your gun here bitch You fuckin right, we don't belong here, we possessive Life's a contradiction, suck dick with them suggestions Or come to the east side and see how my hood is 'Cause everybody here tryna see what livin' good is So watch all your big mouth talk about your ballin' But we get you, but you rich, you just back down in your wallet [Verse 5: Yukmouth] I'm makin' money with the arabs, break cash, straigh slabs of raw The spectacular, the ghetto star The lyrical jabberjaw with the baddest broad inside the lavish car Half of y'all talk shit behind my back, but me no mad at y'all I laugh at y'all, ha-ha-ha, foolish mortal I rebuke you peasants [?] comin' through like betters To scoop ya letters million dollar fettish Gotta get it, war with me I put a bomb inside your kids presents Kerbloom, black suits fill the room Got killas and goons baggin' heroine fillin' baloons The realest platoon outlaws down that cryst Smoke-A-Lot smoke pounds of piss With rubber bands around my wrist Callers be countin' the chips And don't leave me around your bitch She get a mouth full of dick That nigga Nobe and Yukmouth so sick Iced out pull the fo' five out to wipe you out Lights out bitch