[Young Noble] (talking) We got Bad Azz in this mother fucker (Outlawz!) Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown) The Low-LIfes in this mother fucker (Still thuggin) You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1] Once again Another fat nigga fried Do a drive-by if you wanna fuck with mine Cause we swallowed inside My feet stuck to the ground And ain't shit that move me Dog, I'm heavy bound And I done seen niggaz get touched by the pair Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground I blow my shit cause I can back it up Fuck poppin the trunk Let's throw some hands up Now how many real niggaz gonna stand up? I thought so, niggaz better shut up I'm five-six, hearts bigger than me But I'll fuck you up so destructively Thoughtfully, my mack ten pop for me Got my glocks with me, come ride my block with me Intoxively, I bought that hennesee Come ride with me or homicide with me Outlawz nigga
[Bad Azz - Verse 2] Shit a nigga still breathin hard from the last song Cause out here it's either mash or get mashed on Rest In Peace to all those who done passed away (R-I-P) Cause with the beat that's in the streets life don't last long All in between you need to eat, you need some wheat You needs to heat, the beat, cause you's a condon savage street to shit You got to mash to sleep a week or snooze Stay on my feet, I'm tryin to keep em in some shoes Stay outta jail, this nigga fucks hard and twos again Let's get this money like we ain't never got it again Let's keep shootin em like we ain't never shot it again You got your life but you promised to die Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside (come on)
[Chorus - Young Noble (normal) and Bad Azz (indented)] Life's short young nigga, get your mash on Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on If you see death around the corner, get your blast on You gonna die anyway, life don't last long We still feelin pain from the last song Shit, we still feelin rain from the last storm Homie either mash or get mashed on Little nigga either blast or get blast on
[Young Noble - Verse 3] I see how you got to play it now You got to lay it down And clown for your crown, have respect now That's a test just to see if you gonna bring it to em Then come a whole lot of please when you bring it to em We keep it movin, motivation is the money Ability to feed niggaz hungry is so lovely But that ain't it, we got some soldiers locked down It's been perfect for what we doin when they drop down It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it Picture this, all of us, eatin chips Sittin on the porch by our house, leavin something in a stash How do we outlast? Always keep cash
[Spice 1 - Verse 4] Sittin on the scene, with the nine Never would of thought, I'd be gettin mine Bossilini, straight murder dog Plotted my magazine, master cream Discenegrate niggaz who blast me He didn't know I was trapped He didn't know I was ready Plug a hole in his chest And check out with the niggaz vetti Do a dirty shit, smokin bomb on the dock Cut your ass up in pieces, throw your meat to the sharks I got that, hold up Got a glock and I be puttin niggaz in comas You's a mother fuckin fool Cause you dyin for runnin up on me
[Low Lives - Verse 5] You want beef bitch nigga, see me face to face After the case, my niggaz travel state to state I'm on a mash with case, so I can't procrastinate There's so many lives in state, lord I'm always gonna take My fate keep guessin, Smith and Wesson Stressin The lesser the charge, the shorter the yard, I'm dodgin bullets Rest In Peace to those who couldn't, I'm not gonna run Keep on mashin and keep on blastin I'm lastin my time here Nigga I'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here You wanna smoke, I'm a note to keep my mind clear And every nigga that I know mash with no fear Come on
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[Young Noble - Verse 6] A yo, I takes no, no slope, that slope Livin with no breath Who wanna go next? No stretch when it's time to sprint Time limited They want my life but I ain't givin it Outlaw, Low-Lives, taking your life We blow mics and I'm breakin in with soap dice I'm baitin now the nigga you hate now Full steam ahead, my beam is red Niggaz wanna fight dirty I'm clean as them Stay hurtin in the part You wanna bleed instead?
[Low Lives - Verse 7] I'm Mister Shorty to the K, the K, f-fantastic And I'm out here mashin like a nation-wide assassin I'm kickin ass and takin names later Better yet, call me Shorty, the motivator dominator Great rhymes sayer, whole cappa drug dealer Low-Life nigga, I'm twenty-one and gettin bigger Roll with niggaz, mine's as big as nine figures Yeah, them low life niggaz, them five-five niggaz, nigga You'll get high, roll by, once in a while I see ya lovin my style You know I can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin Divide, lay low until the ride be out The four-five on the ground, forty and out To fourteen days hard time, Low Lives!
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