[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
