I Ain't Mad at Cha
Change, Shit, I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood Shit, I'm with ya I ain't mad at cha Got nothin' but love for ya Do your thing boy Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talk to in awhile I'm a send this out to y'all Know what I mean ? Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Heard all of y'all Tearing up shit out there Kickin' up dust Givin' a mutha-fuck Yeah, niggas Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Now, we where cnce two niggas of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You were just a little smaller But you still rolled Got stressed to Y.A. And hit tha hood swole Remember when ya had a jheri curl Didn't quite learn On the block With ya glock Trippin' of Sherm Collect calls to the tip Sayin' how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now No more dope game Heard you might be coming home Just got bail Wanna go to the Mosque Don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie He's a changed man Hit the penn Now, no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money All you see is the struggle When I tell ya, I'm livin' large You tell me, its trouble Congratulation on the wedding I hope your wife know She got a playa for life And that's no bullshitin' I know we grew apart You probably don't remember I usta fiend for your sister But never went up in her And I can see us after school We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka With tha wrong shit on And now, the whole shits changed And we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme And you ain't even with it Knew in my heart You were the same mutha-fucka bad Go toe to toe when it's time to roll You got a brothas back And I can't even trip Cause i'm just laughin' at ya You tryin' hard to maintain And go ahead Cuz, I ain't mad at cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha We used to be like distant couzins Fightin', playin' dozins Whole nieghborhood buzzin' Knowin' that we was wasn't Usta catch us on the roof Or behind the stairs I'm gettin' blitz Remincin' On all the time we shared Beside Bumpin' n' Grindin' Was nothin' on our mind In time we learned To live a life of crime Rewind us back To a time Was much to young, to know I caught a felony Lovin' the way the guns blow And even thou we seperated You said that you wait Don't give nobody no coochie While I'll be locked up state I Kiss my mama good bye Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes Said, that I'll return But I gotta fight The bitch that ride Don't shed a tear Cuz, mama I ain't happy here I'm through trails And no more smiles For a couple a years They got me goin' mad I'm knocking brothas on their backs In my cell Thinkin' hell I know one day I'll be back As soon as I touch down I told my girl i'll be there So prepare To get fucked down The homies wanna kick it But I'm just laughin' at ya Cuz, you is a down ass bitch And I ain't mad at cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha But your a down ass bitch, and I ain't Mad at Cha Well guess who's moving up ? This niggas ballin' now Bitches be callin' to get it Hookers keep fallin' down He went from nothin' to alot Ten Karets the spot He went from a nobody nigga To the big man on the block He's Mister local celebrity Addicted to move a key Most hated by enemy Escaping the luxury See, first you was our nigga But you made it So the choice is made Now we gotta slay you While you faded In the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin' so high off the bomb Hopin' we can make it To the better dayz Cuz, crime pays And in time You'll find a rhyme That'll blaze you'll feel the fire From the niggas in my younger dayz So many changed on me So many tried to plot That I keep a glock Beside my Haaand When will it stop ? Till god return me to my essence Cuz, even as a adolecents I refuse to be a convelecent So many questions, And they ask me if i'm still down I moved up out of the ghetto So I ain't real now ? They got so much to say But I'm just laughin' at ya You niggas just don't know But I ain't mad at cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha Hell naw, I ain't mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha And I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at Cha I ain't Mad at ChaHeartz of Men
Ahh, Suge what I tell you nigga, When I come out of jail what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga The binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride Grab your bulletproof vest nigga Cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas And there's gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin' Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies will say they true But in real life those niggas will be the snitches Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothing more I despise than a liar Cowards die My mama told me When I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver When I deliver Criminal lyrics From a world wide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches Like a south paw you get let And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G' I rip the crowd, then I start again Internally I live in sin Until the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men The Heartz of Men My lyrical verse with so much pain That to some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't one of us It gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll In fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw And five-o, get your lights on, fight long Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight So we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless Drive-by, niggas bow down Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up First nigga gettin' drugged out I can be a villian if ya let me I'll Muthafuck ya If ya do upset me Tell the cops to come and get me Rip the crowd like a phone number Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear My pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year Like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a god If niggas is having problems Smoke'em, fire and bomb I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack Thugin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowing Scar'd up But still flowing Energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate That makes a sick muthafucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it take ? Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again Represent Cause I've been sent The heartz of menHow Do You Want It
How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane I'm for real Love tha way you agrivate your hips And push your ass out Gotta nigga wantin' It's so bad I'm about to pass out Wanna dig you And I can't even lie about it Baby just eleviate your cloths Time to fly up out it Catch you at a club Oh shit, you got me fiendin' Body talken shit to me But I can't comprehend the meaning Now if ya wanna roll with me Then here's ya chance Doin 80 on tha freeway Wait police, catch me if they can Forgive me i'm a ridah Still i'm just a simple man All I want is money Fuck tha fame I'm a simple man Mr. International Playa with tha passport Just like a ladder bitch Get you anything you ask for It's either him or me Champagne, Hennessy A favorite of my homies When we floss on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed Peep what a ho need Puff some more weed Funk, ya don't need Approachin' hochies with a passion Been a long day But i've been drivin' by attraction In a strong way Your body is bangin' Baby I love it when ya flaunt it Time to give it to daddy nigga Now tell me how you want it... How do you want it How does it feel Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane I'm for real Tell me is it cool to fuck? You think I come to talk Am I a fool or what ? Positions on tha floor It's like erotic Ironic Cause i'm somewhat psychotic I'm hitten' switches on bitches Like i been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster Come up beside ya I ain't quitin' till tha show is over Cause i'm a ridah In and out just like a robbery I'll probably be a freak And let you get ontop of me Get her rockin' these Nights full of Alazhay A livin' legend You ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days Deloris Tucker You's a muthafucker Instead of tryin' to help a nigga You destroy a brotha Worst than tha others Bill Clinton Mr. Bob Dole You too old to understand tha way tha game is told Your lame So I gotta hit you with tha high facts Won't someone listen ? Makin' millions Niggas top that They wanna censor me They ratha see me in a cell Livin' in hell With only a few of us to live to tell Now everybody talken about us I could give a fuck I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it..... How do you want it How do you feel Comin' up as a nigga in tha cash game I'm livin' in tha fast lane I'm for real Raised as a youth Tell truth I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof Cause I jump on tha roof Before I was a teenager Mobile phone Skypager Game rules I'm livin' major My advasaries Is lookin' worried They paranoid of getten' buried One of us gonna see tha cemetary My only hope is survive If I wish to stay alive Getten' high See tha demons in my eyes Before I die I wanna live my life and ball Make a couple million And then i'm chillin' Fade'm all These taxs for me crossed up With people tryin' ta sue me Media is in my business And they actin' like they know me But i'ma mash out Peel out I'm murder quick That's with the whip'n fucken steel out Yeah nigga, it's some new shit So better get up on it When ya see me Tell a nigga how ya want it How do you want it? How do you want it How does it feel Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin' in tha fast lane I'm for realRun tha Streetz
(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) I'll be waiting for you Until you get through I'll be waiting) Now peep it Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa Some love makin' and homecookin' I'll see ya later It don't take alot to keep a nigga hard Must be a lady in tha light But real freaky in tha dark Plus I got some enemies, baby Hold my pistol And wrap your arms around a nigga Everytime I kiss you Can you visualize the picture ? Me and you in extasy Don't be upset It's good sex When you next to me Do you wanna test me ? Put your tired head on my chest A Thug niggas in tha house Now you can rest I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out And felt tha pleasure and tha pain About to fuck tha very taste out your mouth If you call me when you need me 1-800-skypage When you wanna see me Cause I can be your man And baby you can be my lady But you gotta give a nigga space Or you'll drive me crazy Run tha Streetz.... (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) I'll be waiting for you Until you get through I'll be waiting) Now me and you was cool But I ain't tha one to play tha fool Can't make no money in bed So ain't no future fuckin' you I ain't tha bitch ta love ya Can't do a damn thang for you If you ain't about money 9 times outta ten I'll ignore you It's a man's World But real women make tha shit go around Disrespect And I clown Tha type of bitch to throw down Throw up tha block Cause nothin' stops my chips I boss playa with this Then twist you lame tricks Holla if ya understand my plan ladies Fuck havin' babies by them shady ass niggas Swearin', he can save me My stratagies official Checkin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya Soft as tissue So my next issue is 'how to diss you ?' They call me Storm From tha day I was born I been known to break tha coldest muthafucker Till' his hearts warm I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone Just cause we bone Don't mean you own me Nigga, i'm grown (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) I'll be waiting for you Until you get through I'll be waiting) I'd rather run tha streetz to make some mail And put tha game down tight For these gamin' bitches could get it right It might be a plan that i'm choosen Don't get in confusion Because i'm known for showin' examples How i do it Thinkin' i'm new to this Because i'm younger Where i'll only leave you suspecious and to wonder And at tha end I make a come up Nigga, was raiseed up Off of M.O.B. Fighting over something That's tellen me don't run tha streetz So tell me am I wrong? For tryin' to communicate through a song I'm up early in tha morning By sunrise i'll be gone All my homies is waitin' for me Plotin' on plans that we made And all tha fun that it's gonna be So meet me at 3' And don't be late nigga We hagin' out all night While drinkin' straight liquor I heard it's popin' at a club But they say I can't get in Cause i'm dressed like a thug Until I die I'll be game related Got me strivin' for a million Stayin' motivated Now that we made it It's a battle Just for tha big money I'm livin' wild No smiles Cause ain't a thing funny I came up hungry Just a little nigga Tryin' to make it I only got one chance So I gotta take it Ya never know when it's all gonna happen Tha rappen or tha drugs But until then Give me love And let me Run tha StreetzShorty Wanna Be a Thug
Say he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he wanna be One day he's gonna be Said he's wanna be Shorties gonna be's a Thug Said he's gonna be One day he gonna be Say he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug Said he gonna be One day he's gonna be Said he wanna be Shorties gonna be a Thug He was a nice middle class nigga But nobody knew the evil he'd do When he got a little bigger Get off the final blaze While puffing on a Newport Plottin' on a another way to catch a case Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon With a bunch of old niggas But you the only one who ain't telling I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school You tell me its a man's world, play the rules And fade fools, 'n break rules until we major Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord To make way for another straight Thug Nigga I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Straight from the Hall to the Penn Adolescent nigga scaling weight and standing Six feet Ten He carried weight like a Mack truck Gonna bust on some playa haters If the mutha fuckas act tuff Then thats when the lethal weapon with the razor This little nigga smoking weed and getting blazed up No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga Could take the life of a young nigga guns bigger No mother and father, you see, the niggas all alone Old timers my role model, the war zone Released with this game 'til its a part of me My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see The future is looking dim I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug Shorty gonna be a thug You little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas Gotta stay sharp nigga, play your part You got plenty of time (you bad mutha fuckas) You only get three mistakes, then thats life, big baby (niggas craaazy) Watch the signs Damn, you ain't but sixteen nigga? Sixteen? That's a bad muthafuckerNo More Pain
Hey Devante... Nigga, don'tcha' know we're gonna sow up every bitch in tha country Me and you...up in tha same muthafucken room On tha same level...with this shit here...hahahaha...please ...No more Pain... That's right nigga And guard that shit boy My adversaries cry like hoes Fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact Gamin' you hos Who else, but Mama's only son Fuck phony niggas on the run Say my name, watch bitches cum Now fire when ready Stay watchin' Now figure Increase speed Make you muthafuckas bleed From your mouth quicker Plus all these niggas that you run with Be on some dumb shit Trick on the hos I ain't the one bitch Hollar my name and witness game official It's so sick Have every single bitch That came with you, on my dick Plus this alcohol increases the chance To be deceased I'm movin' you stupid bitches Vicious telekeniousis Am I reachin your brain ? Nigga How can I explain How vicious this thug muthafucka came When I die I wanna be a livin' legend Say my name Affiliated with this mind fuckin' game With no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane Line up my adversaries, blast on sight And fuck your boyfriend Bitch, I want some ass tonight You know my stilo Alazhay and chrystal, weed Sure you've heard of all the Freaky shit they say about me Plus all you Bustas is jealous Pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggas to open fire I'll murder that ass And disappear before the cops come runnin' My glocks spittin' rounds Niggas fallin' down clutchin' their stomach It's west side, death row Thug niggas on the rise Plus they shot my five times Real niggas don't die ! Can ya hear me ? Laced with this game I know you fear me Speak and seek what you want So cowards fear me My only fear of death Is reincarnation Heart of a solider With a brain to teach your whole nation And feelin' no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplane Bury me, that's what they all say It's time to make a killin' Sure to make a million with Devante Bitch I know you want me What your mouth say ? Now, watch your eyez You don't wanna get with me That's a lie I got my hands on your hips No time to bullshit Freaky bitch, come give me kiss Tell niggas from other areas Brothas from here So obsessed with this money makin' There's nothin' we fear Now they label me a trouble-maker Cuz, I'm a ridah Death to you playa-haters Don't let my find ya Mama made me rugged Baptised the public Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love it It's similar to multiple gunshots Retaliation is a must Wasn't to sure what you facin' So watch the guns bust You niggas will bleed Fuckin' with me You'll be deceased Never restin' in peace nigga With no more pain I came to bring the pain Hardcore to the brain Let's go inside, my astroplaneRatha Be Ya N.I.G.G.A
[RR] Pac [2Pac] Hey [RR] What's happenin [2Pac] Not Mutha Fuckin double R... Richie Rich [RR] What's happenin baby, you know how we do it [2Pac] Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out dis bitch... It's time for me to uhhh regulate [RR] For sure [2Pac] Observe [RR] And you ain't going back [2Pac] Na na na, we got to show these mutha fucka's whats up though [RR] This is for tha honeys... the superstars [2Pac] I don't want to be her man... I want to be her nigga, you feel me [RR] Well let 'em know... You fuckin wit' niggas thats insecure watered down My shit is pure Write down my number but don't call me till you sure I ain't beggin just tryin to relocate between ya legs Drippin wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex When you met me you wouldn't let me And know you straight beggin to sex me Got you undressing to test me and uhh... Shoot me down if ya want And miss tha chance ta do it live When I stroll by I see that look in yo eye You want a nigga But think that you can't have a nigga Don't cheat ya'self, instead treat ya'self If you scared go to church I know it hurts, to find out me and ya man be sharin' skirts I hopin' you don't take this the wrong way But cha body is bangin' got me attracted in a strong way After a long day of tryin to make my songs pay Makin love all day against the wall in the hallway Ya fantasies come alive, ya heart rate shall increase when we meet up In this dark place Ya might think ya happy with him But that's a lie... So give this thug a try I'd ratha be ya Nigga So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day It don't matta if you lonely baby You need a thug in ya life Cuz bustas ain't lovin ya right Now you was sprung from tha introduction My conversations full of game get laced with seductions I see ya blushin like ya want somethin Come get a taste of Amerikaz most wanted And lets get into some touchin My erotic fuckin My up and down with no interruptions Have no intentions of bustin until ya learn ya lesson Now many questionz are often asked A drop top, 500 benz and plenty cash to help a nigga get that azz You can ride a smoke ho To get ya lobster and crab Cuz all I got is conversation and a gang of stab I'm a listen when it hurts I'm a hang out but never stay Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to SuperDave I'll be ya nigga As long as we can understand that I's the nigga Smoke coke and be the man He winin' and dinin' But me and you we wine and grind And when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines I'd ratha be ya Nigga So we can get drunk and smoke we seein' Why yo eyez rollin' you ain't seen nuthin girl I ain't goin' nowhere Let's let that sucka stay out there While he stress out and I I stretch out tha cock Hold tha boots and let tha nigga execute And though you got it right I'm going home tonight You say you don't need a man but I don't care You in tha presence of a playa It's time ta be ya Nigga So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day It don't matta if you lonely baby You need a thug in ya life Cuz bustas ain't lovin ya rightWhatz Ya Phone #
What'z ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes It's instrumental Waitin for the nimphoes That's the intro Shoot when ya rush me Walked up and touched me Why? Do you want to fuck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit I wonder if your wild and ya act shy Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips Goddamn, I love that shit Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes When we head for my hideout, act right Boss playa when I ride out, that's right What'z ya phone number? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready Baby, let me give you a call How long will it take to break you off? Oh shit, baby is a dime piece Wanted this fine seat If I see ya right Now she can get me Hor didn't wanna talk to me till she see my car Never had sez with a rich rap star Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches Let me here you say What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone Time for your girlfriend to take you home I had fun But baby, gotta leave me alone Picture in my rhyme Take time to rewind these ? words I say If you open your mind Bet in a minute you'll find it's time Let the Outlaws play What'z ya phone number (Girl and Tupac converse) G:Hello? 2:Hello? who is this? G:Is this Tupac? 2:This is who? G:Is this Tupac? 2:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who dis? G:Hi baby. How are you? 2:I'm aiight. What' up baby? G:You don't recognize the voice? 2:You recognize my voice, huh? G:Do you recognize MY voice? 2:Nah, I know you? G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin. 2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from? G:You just know me, baby. 2:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. 2:Oh, we fucked? G:Oh baby, did we ever. 2:Oh, tell me about it baby. G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down. 2:OOOOH! G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it. 2:Ooh, you did. G:Ooh, I did. 2:Shit! G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came. 2:Did I come? G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet? 2:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? G:You rocked it. 2:Did I? G:Yeah, you did. 2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion? G:Mmmmmm 2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though? G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted. 2:How many you got? G:I got ten. But only one is workin. 2:Oh, well can I come over there? G:If you want to. 2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit. G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby? 2:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby. G:Like you did before? 2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real. G:Mmmm, baby. 2:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles. Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy to the next week. G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out. 2:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best. G:You know which hole feel the best. 2:We fin to see tonight, though. G:I'm gon make you remember me. 2:Oh, yeah. G:Yeah. 2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so fucked up. I'm playin with myself and shit. G:Can I shift your gear?When We Ride
Outlaw Immortalz Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls They know You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch Picture if you will seven deadly human beings blessed with the gift to speak, the power to reach each nigga on every street May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud of what transpired since the day the seed was planted The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit Just me and my dogs livin like hogs Outlaw Immortalz What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue What lies between is the fiction Don't fuck around and make it true [Tupac] Hahahahahaha My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga bellt Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come [Hussein Fatal] They call me Hussein fatal, it's a two game table I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel Rap-related criminally activated and evil I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin 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 ten of these Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo [Mopreme] I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate [Napoleon] My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin I think these niggaz got the game fucked up If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!) Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin Chorus: Tupac Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! [Mussolini] It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini Mentally unstable juice status, so you can't see me Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurkin there can no end to revenge Fuck any, my alias Mussolini [Idi Amin] They call me Idi, from the side of seedy Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin to my fuckin last nut, with Lo-Pole and Kastro Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow Ain't no chance to hide when we ride [Khadafi] My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin Since a short I been livin life 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 backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth [Mo Khomani] Mo Khomani goes terrorist, mad man killer The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers I'm that nigga with the fifty-cow couch, with the murderous stacks that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef It's been a long road, a lot of episodes And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin Now I'm surpassin any assassin Chorus 2X [Tupac] Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini Amin, Naploleon, Khomani What y'all really wanna do? Haha like them niggaz said "What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew" Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga Flashin on niggaz Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life But we Outlaw Immortalz We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga Like I'll make you famous motherfucker I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the papers baby My niggas make the front page Multiple gunshots (fades)
