(Hussein Fatal)
For my enemies my heartbeat pumps with ease
So I bust instead of waitin for your punks to squeeze
Give you all of my three pound rounds so you can fall
Victim faster Outlawz just kick down your door
Bitch niggaz be foulin out
Hackin me with them whack rhymes
Grabbin your nine shootin scared tryin to take mine?
I'm puttin pressure on your niggaz when I mob
Deep bringin the heat to your dirty ass squads
You get robbed, point blank range
Peek game from the plain contaminated criminal Hussein
Bitch nigga I'm from the project steps with the tek
Murder next and rob any nigga any set
Hussein the type of motherfucker timed with trey pounds
Ghetto type rounds, hollow points from the waist down
(Chorus x 2)
We go to war, bust if we must
Plus handle our business when them jealous niggaz fuck with us
(2pac)
Now, as I approach the scene, I'm smokin green, got my eyes closed
Niggaz supported my foes, I make em die froze
Watch me make em bleed, make them gs
Lord help me with it
Got me takin pictures of a mil thinkin help me get it
See me and pray for options
When the precious love stop
Niggaz get to pistols poppin, and watch the bodies drop
I'm a lead the way, watch me hit your set, flash on,
Blast on them bitch made niggaz with my mask on,
Do it for profit plus I'm, lookin for punks to bust on,
If you ain't screamin West Side you can get the fuck on,
I'm seein demons hittin weed, got me hearin screams,
Scared to go to sleep,
I watch the scene like a dope fiend,
Probably get punished for it,
Although you can't ignore it,
I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it,
Pass the clip and watch me bring em to the floor,
I got some shit that they ain't ready for, I got the secretz of war
(Chorus x 2)
We go to war, bust if we must
Plus handle our business when them jealous niggaz fuck with us
(Kadafi)
Kadafi, we do this thug life shit, it's like 4 5 6 dick em
Down with no rounds left, open a pound with a sound
Squeeze the lead off, I blow his motherfuckin head off,
Gather all the other Outlawz, settle this shit and set off
This is Yaki Kadafi, there ain't a cop here to stop me
These streets is a black army, mark if we get sloppy,
Put a pamper on your silly ass, pussy style grandma,
Fucking and slinging bombs late, cocked back like a hammer
Ya'll be gettin glass up in Harlem, time's bout up,
Thugs I leave no trace round with you face down
Stock your biggest, you can't come close to touch or even hit me
Doin my 30 and puttin in work on your body
(Chorus x 2)
We go to war, bust if we must
Plus handle our business when them jealous niggaz fuck with us
(Young Noble)
Check the murder rate percentage
Niggaz is finished
Gettin blood checks from clinics
This thug shit is in us
Flowin through my system
You a victim
Plus I twist em
Fuck the whole world it's us against them
You got the heat? Pull it out
And cock the hammer if you ready
It don't make no difference
What's a 25 to life sentence?
We already doin life on the streets
Like all G niggaz be heated when they walkin the beat
This shit is lacey
Take it back shakin niggaz hate me
Scared to face me
No one after Outlawz faze me
Put me up on game
Put me up on the hustle
Once I flex my money muscle
All the Gs got it covered
Movin shit like a dolly
Beatin niggaz like Rodney
Turn a killer like Kadafi
If the new street don't stop me
(Chorus x 2)
We go to war, bust if we must
Plus handle our business when them jealous niggaz fuck with us
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