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Outsidaz - Music lyrics
f/ Rah Digga [Chorus: Young Zee] We got you lovin' our music Niggas smoke weed and do drugs to our music Girls like to fuck to our music Niggas wild out and get lock dub to our music It's no more love for the music We share blood for the music We bust slugs for the music We lovin' the music [Pacewon] Talk about sex, packin' chrome, techs, hero' bones And coked up white chicks that look like Sharon Stone Washed up M.C.'s, whose styles have been grown Like 40 years old, still pickin' average poems [Young Zee] And now it's on, ya niggas wanna get beat Just bring that shit around 20th Street Don't get me wrong, thugs come hopin' to bust But uncock their glock when they know this is us And bitches, the girls keep the block jumpin' Somebody get shot, they don't tell the cops nothin' So keep on bouncin', rock a 3-5-7 [Pacewon] That Biggie and Pac shit should of taught ya a lesson [Chorus] [Axe] God yes, cuz pain is the object Watch 'em stay broke like elevators in the projects Everything we did, we did it the hardest This kid is retarded, hate all you want, we gon' get it regardless Representin' Jersey, ain't no other state Before the love and hate, huawk, spit in ya mother's face Ya life, what a waste, grab a knife, cut a snake No love the jake, I'm out to catch another case [Yah Yah] Outsidaz, only here to make their mark And run around this world like it's Raceway Park Crash and start, front, chased by NARC's Five deep, smokin' four blunts, it ain't shit, take their heart Never catch us, regardless of the etch-a-sketcher's We out takin' vestes, makin' messes [Axe] To each is own, we settle beef wit chrome Got niggas comin' out their Morese Malone [Chorus] [Rah Digga] Now it's here like anything goes on the track Harriett step up to bring real rhymes back You know shit is bad when the rapper can say They ain't even in the game for the lyrics anyway Well that's okay, the underground stay shinin' Those runnin' for the door gonna end up resignin' And years later, I'm gonna still be the tighter Majority's splurger, call it all the tax writer [Nawshis] It's the Outsidaz faculty Throwin' up the finger in ya magazine My click be pumpin' more whips than gasoline In the Bricks we knowin' for stickin' shit and havin' warrants For the props, we lick more shots than alcoholics [Azz-Iz] I call it living, Iz, makin' a killing Off these twenties, I'm dealin' feedin' my children, Jesus is in 'em Eager and willin' to put ya muthafuckas in the fetal position [Denzy] Deeper then listen, when the Outz come through Niggas break dumb fool, pull out gun tools Makin' muthafuckas run jewels So the ending to the story, kid The worries bid, more niggas will get fit to our music [Chorus] |
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