ALBUM All Eyez On Me SONG When We Ride Outlaw Immortals Bow down to something greater than yourself, trick Individual capable of enormous amounts of chimp checks and nine swoles Yeah, you know You watchin but you ain't seein. Realize before, you beaatch Picture, if you will, seven deadly human beings Blessed with the gift to speak The power to reach each ni**a on every street May the heavenly father look down and be proud of What transpires since the day of seeds you planted The G grew but we knew you'd rather quit Smoked out, locced out. All into s**t Just me and my dogs livin like hogs Outlaw Immortals. What we followed was the story, What proceded was the clue That I was standin in the picture Don't f**k around and make s**t My adversaries crumble When we rumble, it's a catastrophy I put revenge on ni**as, bi**hes that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli A loaded .257 with hollow points to a ni**a belly Bust him to see if he bleed He should of never f**ked around with a sick a*s ni**a like me They call my name out and ni**as run Be prepared for the Outlaws Here we come They call me Hussein fader It's a two game table I'm robbin ya ni**as cradle with a knife in your naval Rat related Criminaly activated and evil I wouldn't want to be you Behind my f**kin Desert Eagle till the end I'm tellin all friends and enemies You see what I got to make you freeze To touch me, you need utilities Complete most, wanted on the streets of the east coast Young guns fire and ni**as leave See Mo (Mopreme) I be shinin like white diamonds and crystals Glistenin and holdin pistols The mission's simple Fold up and roll up Dead presidential's all over potential Look here, billion dollar baller presents you Sorta, oughta call on a ni**a I'll be sure to get you Get cash, yo Fast, yo From my Castro. Blast And I'm a last, yo Past all these gla*s jaws and a*sholes that claim That they be runnin thangs I'll be gunnin those same ni**as runnin late My alias is mother f**kin Napoleon And I'd rather be robbin the game These mother f**kers leave me sufferin But it ain't nothin I got no time for no bluffin Before a ni**a finish put in the work, I'll put a end to himself I think these ni**as got the game f**ked up If they don't believe a young ni**a like me would bust (BOOYAA) Perhaps it's a must I'm facin cases f**k probation That's what I'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin Thug ni**a till we die No mercy on these playa hatin bi**hes Ask me why When we ride It's the imperial serial killer Alias: Mussilini Mentally unstabled: your status So you can't see me. Drug warlord Ridin concord jets, rag vests, shakin bi**hes and snitches, And trippin on sets Eagle watch banger, keepin one in the chamber For the anger that I buildt inside When it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurking no end f**k Idy, my alias is Mussilini They call me Idy From the southern city Young ni**a greedy, so I'm runnin up on these ni**as easy It ain't nuttin, cuz if they want somethin So I'm a comense to dumpin Spark the L up cuz my beat is bumpin Thuggin till my f**kin last hour With little Po (Napoleon) and Castro Who you though was on that a*shole Don't ask, though Outlaw Immortals doin this on these windows Stay high when we ride My alias: Kadofy Trump tight So fast, can't copy 6 milion copies Quick to hit your bi**h if she drop me Severly addicted to livin like a f**kin felon My people would look To the cookie rocks a ni**a sellin See, so, shorty I've been livin like defiant Nickel plated chrome Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant And I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself With all these back stabbers snakes grabbin at my f**kin wealth Mad man killa The bottom of the river is where a body lays and shivers I'm that ni**a wit a 50 couch Wit the murderous stats that increase By these mother f**kers wit beef It's been a long road Alot of episodes And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes Reach hoes Make em feel a ni**a wit a mission Now I'm surpa*sin any a*sasin Outlaw Immortals, baby Y'all ni**as can't fade this ol' crazy s**t Makaveli Hussein Castro Kadofy Mussilini Ahmeed Napoleon Homai What y'all ni**as really wanna do Like them ni**as said - What would you do? Thug life, baby Flashin these ni**as - Thug Life This year we Thug Life but we Outlaw Immortals We die, ni**a, but we multiply We legends I'll make you famous mother f**ker I'm talkin about Time Magazine, Newsweek and all that other good s**t My ni**as make the paper, baby My ni**as make the front page Multiple gunshots