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Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigg*
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fkin car man
Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fkin car man
Get in the fkin car.. get in the car
(Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car
cause you, you think gon' be blastin at it
It ain't even that deep baby)
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fk them hoes
2Pac
Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump
Why run I'm the last one standin the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside
Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
die by my orders when I wrote this s**t
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past
Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick
Bulls**t nigg* cause I'm still fkin yo' b*tch
got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
fk with me, all this s**t pay, nigg* fk the fame
Young Noble
Don't remember "Hit 'Em Up," don't make us do it once.. more
Yo' know, you ain't fking with them Out..lawz
We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn
Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin
Don't nobody give a fk cause you done crossed the game
Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame
You made yo' bed nigg* lay in it
Scared to come up out that cell nigg* stay in it
It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do'
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo'
We dirty as the motherfkin streetz of Jerz
We sweep with the words though the heat's preferred
Holla
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You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fk these hoes, let the punks know
Napoleon
'Pac I wish I was in the motherfkin car wit'cha
I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God nigg*
I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone
Heavy in the game and we coming for they fkin throne
The love is gone well it is what it is
And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne
You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya
Like K said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya
You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya
And when it get to poppin I'ma fkin ball for ya
And everything I do gon' have your names on it
I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it
Kastro
You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth
In the middle of the desert nigg* lace your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio still remind your vest
Why the fk you ain't done yet sw*llow yo' teeth
In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat
fk a glock nine that s**t is weak on the streets
And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat
If your life in another nigg* hand, you deaded
And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it
Another fake nigg* usin my strengths to get credit
I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it
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Young Noble
I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty
But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy
And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me
And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me
I play for keeps like the OG's raised me
If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby?
And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner
I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember
I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me
I love the Lord but the church can't cure me
I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window
With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow
And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me
But don't twist it cause none of y'all worry me
Outlawz
What the fk you didn't know?
Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow
You nervous nelly as* belly up in the river, no dizoubt
Y'all can't fade me with the clippers
We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound
Penitentiary bound, to remind you
Kadafi
Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click
Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle
On some s**t, get me free to let my ice click
Ka-pling, ka-plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child
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