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Now you done heard a lot of talk about me and my niggers Them Outlaw world-wide my figures From triumph to tragedy To right back on top the niggers still mad at me For pushing that big truck on 24's A square feat in ATL game lock draw Man that's what my nigger got shot for Being to mother-fucking raw for these fuck boys See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it Misery loves company And that's the real shit But in 2005 I'm on some kill shit Four niggers sneak upon me and peel this I'm taking a stand with MAC in hand All killer Like them niggers in Pakistan It's simple, gotta get em' before I die Like the old west see how we low tex the ride I know mama You did your best at raising me Now your baby done became a G When I'm out in them streets The only one that got me is me I keep my hand upon my heat Cause you know mama You didn't raise no bitch So if a nigger wanna get at me I be out in them streets My thing cocked Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me Real talk Everyday is a new challenge I'm a savage in my new balance A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent Blame the machine but fuck it I'm a hustler bitch So we start our own label selling bricks legit Power to the people A lot of power in my pencil We the hope for the hopeless A voice for the voiceless Outlaw soliers, we still in the game Years later last members fucking feeling the same Straight from the heart Makin em' walk Live for the day dont wait for tomorrow Haters getting they wrong I seen the streets rap Round a tough with some niggers I seen prison put religion in the roughs of some niggers They say gangters dont live that long Too many turn-coals Thats fucked up putting cuffs on your folks Coincidental the Outlawz instrumental And raising a thug nation we influential I know mama You did your best at raising me Now your baby done became a G When I'm out in them streets The only one that got me is me I keep my hand upon my heat Cause you know mama You didn't raise no bitch So if a nigger wanna get at me I be out in them streets My thing cocked Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me Real talk Yeah My mother ain't made no supper Raised in the gutter I'm a made mother-fucker All I know is get paid mother-fucker All day mother-fucker One way or another And ain't nobody no where that can stop me Call me cachy, you tennis I'm hockey Mix a little bit of pocky-ocky with black rocky in my pocks you got me Real tall I never took a shall Unless it was support I'm stressing ain't my thought And I walk these dogs I'm a soldier Don't ya wanna be like me when you grow up? A man of honor commer Good karma Niggers want drama I got the problem solver Big ass cig That's that shit Plus the bully that a fully automatic I know mama You did your best at raising me Now your baby done became a G When I'm out in them streets The only one that got me is me I keep my hand upon my heat Cause you know mama You didn't raise no bitch So if a nigger wanna get at me I be out in them streets My thing cocked Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me Real talk |