(Verse1)Its time to drop the gas from the chamberNiggas on AWOL rearrange yourFace with the quicknessAnd its the Garden Block sickness that got a nigga in this shitSo you better watch your backCause see-Bo got the strapPulling the ski mask downAbout to jackCause marks come up shortYou better back back like an eight legged crawdad from the 44Youre scared to walk your alleys nowCause now days niggas from my hoodWill snatch your ass out the fucking crowdAnd beat you down to the concrete And then I piss on your ass with some of that CrazyHorse Of courseNiggas dieMeet my 44Then its over cause youre hit by the hardcoreWe cant be in the same gangCause the gang Im in aint down with that ying-yangSo raise up off the blockCause you get no props nigga against 32 shotsCome to my set get chin checkedMark by an original gangster vetAnd then I put the niggity nuts in your mouthYour ass was in but now your ass is outQuick hurry in a dashGet ready to feel the blast from the chamber punkCome take a whiff of the gas(Verse2)Check Ace Deuce TreSo now its onRelease Slugs from my strap until they goneAnd talking shit wont lastGet your ass blastAs I let the mac-10 tap that assBo-Loc is what they call meFor the reasonI stay strapped and smoke ducks all through the season

[Chorus]Californias the state where punk niggas die. First thought be survival every mornin when I rise. So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes. Its just some ballin ass niggas down to die for the West Side. Californias the state where all bustas die. First thought be survival every mornin when I rise. So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes. Its just some ballin-ass niggas down to die for the West Side. It could be the napalm droppin non stop bombs Armed like vietnam dominatin like King Kong. Lyrical madness step up take up and start blastin. Wicked as Stephen King when my mental and vocal clashes. Syrran wrap like a boa constrictor wrappin ya. Up from your feet to your neck nigga attackin ya. These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin up. I only do my dirt at night like dracula. Im wanted by the feds these niggas they want me dead Cause I done spread through their territory like the HIV. Sun down spots suckas swallow glocks. If they know by these rocks Im pushin for the blocks. Every corner you past that show will run him up in his ass. Gettin the cash while Mr. Bad puts down the smash. I dumps quick my clique be so thick With hi-tech mob shit crooked as Soviet. [Chorus]The house on the water independent shippin quarters Movin tapes like K across every border. Takin over your brain causin addiction like caine More deadly than a grand shot of Heroine in the vein. Inflict pain on any n*gger that step in my range. Retaliate with hollow tips blast and splatter your brain. So remain calm this shit is see-4 bomb Set trip off your motherfuckin city like Nam. Best recognize step up and check eyes. Aint to many busta-ass niggas from the West Side. I do or die for mine livin life like Im blind. Solo on a flame line dumpin hollow tip 9s. Survival first ask questions later. Movin patterns on your bitch-ass cause I heard that you was a hater. Oh who can save you? Defeated your purpose now you caught up in some deep shit. Who got the deepest murder clique thats some would sick. This game is way past wicked. Still I commence to kick it. West side niggers stackin meal tickets. Surpassin weak bitches evadin snitches and sayin bomb. Killafornia style when we ride droppin bombs. Palay Palay Tommy Hilfiger cold can I? Polo Jabo Guess Khakis and Levis. Ballers is what they call us too much for the ATL. Lexus Benz Beemer Vet VIP 112. Might catch me at the Platinum sippin on some Hen rolex down Ride ST 400 Lex through the town. Clown and youll catch a hot metal tab up to the chest. Dont make me kill a nigga out east and head West Side. Til I die reason why I stay high To maintain my composure and attitude when I ride. Don push me Im too close to the edge Might take one to the head. [Chorus x2]Its the season of the sickness marks on my shitlist. Comin up out the psychadelic buiness dont sit in it. When I gets to bustin I let loose like a Mac-10. Im born and raised a hustler got love for my family f*ck friends. Never been disgusted but I just like love it Wit my streetsweeper put hoes in your bucket. Man I just say f*ck it I cant live with society. Now how many niggas in yo clique want to ride on me? [Chorus]

[Chorus]We flip more birdies than Colonels chickenAnd I aint shit without my niggas and my bitcheswhyall cant see me 3-D on T.V.We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-Ds[Chorus][C-Bo]whyall niggas that dont know me why the loc be frontin?Just cause 38 a day Im bluntin trey 8 for nuttinBut in case for the waist for bustin close range erase your bluffinLike major snuffin blaze the ovenBoiling hot everytime I dropMetaphor get caught get addiction like rock on the blockAnd my glock closed down shop Its like Cops Im a Bad BoyCatch me frontin back in the rag boysee-Bo keep niggas all up in they peepholesBut hold up Im lethal like blowin up a RegalFull of your people Desert Eagles to your kidsIm sick and I cant help myselfSomebody please help me before they melt meBut naw dog you ever felt meSo its a must that I clutch guns pop pillsTo keep my feelings real illings will but hold upIts a bust of the dough blow upI bet that I make the world get these Nikes like sho nuff[Chorus][Chorus][C-Bo]Teck Im Cowboy the pistol holder the missile loaderCall me Christmas death wish under the missile toe-ahOff of Crys will I piss or throw up? They diss and load upRoll through the scene with a peace sign as they get blowed upMob figure til I die Westside off the roof with the bubble liewhyall dont want no trouble guyYou rap about all that ice I could had thatGrab that make you stab that and blast that but Ima pass thatWe ruthless we get em up until they toothlessKillin me on the West Coast nigga its uselessI run from Seattle to Dago with my lassoCallhourt to Paso new force from that Avanal29th Street to AvalonLong Beach Compton Watts E.Cs and Magnums357 Ghost Town GebermonaHoovers and 6-Os the rest better get ghostF*ck with real niggas that bangNot a bitch ridin a dick or the next nigga gangWith a teck that I stang from the neck to the brainWhen I step in the range I get respect you know I flameBoilin hot make my gat roar on the spotDisrespect the block f*ck how much they got the copsWhen my weasel go pop you gets the last soundIf he aint dead when I dump then we beat his ass down[Chorus][Chorus][C-Bo]I pack two glocks drop bodies with two shotsRun a code if they got bitch its gots on the rocksWhen my pen and pad connect plaques I collectThen gats I collect to keep these nacks in checkYou want to handle this with guns the stamina sonI run tons for Pamela one show shit forget the doughIm all in the get the blow Fully automatic cuzz you know how shit get goFlipmode when shit work more than a ship loadAnd a grip flip like in a double zip codeYour whole city locked down til the big bird dropCut for the recoppin color gettin for the blockDancin ballin snortin coke at the mansionAdd a mill plus like what the f*ckEcstacy pills and kill boy we play in the fieldsAnd that 4 mill we spent sittin way in the hills[Chorus][Chorus]

Bang bangBang bangBang bangI shot you down bang bangYou hit the ground bang bangThat aweful sound bang bangI used to shoot you downDont nobody want to die but everybody want to ballSomebody gotta go when them killas callYou know its in us all you just gotta find it and use itYou can get away with it if you dont abuse itThe streets talk the beats mark cause that heat cominAnd if they know that you did it you better keep runninI think I see sumthin there go my enemyOnly lord knows where this nigga fnd to beTennakee still the price is as real if you look itMight give it to you for 5 depend on if I took itNigga anything goes my shop never closeFrom the nickels and the dimes to the whole kiloThe real niggas feel me the haters want to kill meBut Im holdin down my city me and this 9 milliWhile your throwin bricks and hidin ya headsHomie I know where you hangAint no thang to walk up and let that chopper go...Bang bangI shot you down bang bangYou hit the ground bang bangThat awefull sound bang bangI used to shoot you downNow all the gangstas prayLord forgive meBut he tried to kill meSomebody out there gotta feel meLord forgive meBut he tried to kill meSomebody out there gotta feel meJust think if I aint empty the clip and he killed meWould I still be livin? would my homeboys miss me?How many niggas bust they gun when they have to?Dont need no ski mask when its time to get at youIm glad you done seen what it look like when we leftBrain fragments from shot-gun blastsll take a nigga breatheIts death before dishonesty dope deals and robberyPoppa wasnt around but that shit didnt bother meId probably be in the penitentaryBut I played the cards the dead lord sent to meThe whole truth I use this booth to speak to my thug niggasWhy you mad at me? the governments the drug dealersBefore I let this police kid harass meThis rookie ass cop gon have to blast meHe asked me for identification I looked at him and laughedHe made a move and I heard a blastThats what you get bitchBang bangI shot you down bang bangYou hit the ground bang bangThat awefull sound bang bangI used to shoot you downNow all the gangstas prayLord forgive meBut he tried to kill meSomebody out there gotta feel meLord forgive meBut he tried to kill meSomebody out there gotta feel meIts goin down around here niggaGet ya muthafuckin head bustThem muthafuckin street lights go outAnd them real niggas come outAll the bitch niggas go in the houseJust not a game manDont f*ck around and lose your brainAnd hey all my real niggas prayLord forgive meBut he tried to kill meSomebody out there gotta feel meLord forgive meBut he tried to kill meSomebody out there gotta feel meLord forgive meBut he tried to kill meSomebody out there gotta feel meLord forgive meBut he tried to kill meSomebody out there gotta feel me

A military mind niggaA military mind mean moneyA criminal grind niggaA criminal grind mean hustleYou knowWe tradin war stories we Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories we Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesNow can your mind picture a thug nigga drinkin hard liquorThis ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quickerWho would figure that all I need was a hair triggerSemi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggasPardon my thug poetry but suckers is born everydayAnd fear of man grow on treesCriminal ties for centuries a legend in my own rhymesSo niggas whisper when they mentionMachiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines my father figureMoms sent me to go play with the drug dealersHits fall we thug niggas and we came in packsEvery one of niggas strapped sippin on nacIn the back my AR-15Thuggin till I die these streets got me cravin thorazineMy lyrics are blueprints to money makinFat as that ass that honey shakinMy niggas tradin war stories we Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories we Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesI bust a trey-trey buggin an shitThey call it overthuggin and shitBut I was just a younger niggaGettin older and lovin this shitBut what was I doin in this place?To the fakes without a pistol in the firstFacin termination in the worstBut I figured to play the wall to watch all thesePlaya hatin niggas position for I could see em allMade it up out of there lucky to be here to tell youBut itll never be a repeat people Im tryin to tell youNow picture the scenery Im thugged out smokin greeneryConsidered a B.G. but Im off in this game somethin D-PMy eyes only see deez thats why Im young and burnt outLearned the know how well how to do now by 18 turned outAnd why I do it the ridin and smokinCollidin with foes in the worst placeYall shouldnta fucked with us in the first placeYall real O.G.s droppin game to the youngstersYall dont want no funk causeYall be the next in the long line of war storiesWe tradin war stories we Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories we Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesI breaks them off with this gangsta war story taleStacking loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12Slap my clip in the chamber fool your lifes in dangerNo one will remain when I come through dumping insaneCall me Bowl of Major Pain gun-slang and moving caineI be the nigga thats pulling the trigger and dumping the hollow points in your brainMore bigger balls than RuPaul Thug Life aint a ballWe bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)Never been no sign for men callHow we bucks them down on the way to the groundAint nothing but the hog in meBust off his dildo killin up hoes and keep mobbin GIt aint no calling the funk offDont be funking with my sawed offBust they dirty-ass drawers offAnd had them bitch niggas hauled offWe tradin war stories we Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories we Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesMy whole family been raised on shit that aint okayAint nothing on this earth will make a nigga like me stayIm reminiscing and catchin flashbacksWhen niggas ran up in my houseAnd I was too young to try to blast backWhat happend then? No one would tell me since I was threeHeard that God took my peoples now they living somewhere freeBut f*ck that you got whats mines and I want thatNever drop my guard been on the squad since ways backAnd now Im sitting holding in anger because my parents missingThugging Immortal got some war stories for youNow look at me straight Outlaw ImmortalNever gave a f*ck cause I was nobodys daughterOutlawing from my tits to my clits dont try to figureCause the murderous tendencies of my mind cant be controlled niggaSo whos the bigger whos the quickest killer?Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 millaWhen I got you on kay-nine-fourthsPrayin to God as your life goes back and forthWe tradin war stories Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war stories Outlawz on the riseJealous niggas I despise look in my eyesWe tradin war storiesWar stories niggaWhat players doThug Life Outlaw ImmortalzMotherfucking 2Pac a.k.a. MakaveliCan you feel me?Just so you knowIts on Death RowMy niggas love that shitDramacydal in this motherfuckerYea nigga! Shout out to my niggas Fatal and FelonyC-Bo the bald head nut what?

If you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenIf you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenIf you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenIf you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenLife can be only what you make itWhen youre feelin downYou should never fake itSay whats on your mindAnd youll find in timeThat all the negative energyIt would all ceaseAnd youll be at peace with yourselfYou wont really need no one elseExcept for the man up aboveBecause Hell give you loveIf you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenIf you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenIf you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenIf you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenTake your timeBaby dont you rush a thingDont you know I knowWe all are strugglingI know it is hardBut we will get byAnd if you dont believe in meJust believe in HeCause Hell give you peace of mindYes He willAnd youll see the sunshineFor real yes you wouldAnd youll get to free your mindAnd things will turn out fineOh I know that things will turn out fineYes they would yes they wouldIf you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenIf you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenIf you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenIf you looked in my lifeAnd see what Ive seenAll you gotta do is take your timeOne day at a timeIts all on youwhat you gonna do?Oh you will see Im so down and outCryin every dayDont know what to do or to say

[Yukmouth]Nigga East OaklandWhere niggas be posted all night longHoping they still smoking like Cheech and ChongTo each his ownNever leave home without my heat or chromeStrapped like a beeper on my hipReady to flip when the heat is onHop in the Lac with Axl FoleyPresidential Roley make niggas want to hold me for ransomAnd some bitches know meMy niggas told meThem bitches love holding pocketsGet out a pocketIll knock your jaw out your socketThen squash thisFold up a little S-seeBest be on my see-H-E-S-TIf niggas test meLets seeWhich nigga gonna meet Elvis PresleyBest be like what up my niggas let up like a Nestles CrunchAnd start to punch niggasSoon they gonna crunchFall on the dance floorHaul off your ass into my hands slowGet the show cancelledNo Hansel and Gretel in the ghetto just to let you know[Chorus][Cool Nutz] Behind the scenes[Yukmouth] All that glitter and gold Yo that nigga aint swolled[Cool Nutz] Behind the scenes[Yukmouth] Lights camera action anything to get the greenery stacking[Cool Nutz] Behind the scenesRepeat 1x[Cool Nutz]Now what makes the motherfucking world go round?You can sit back relax to my ghetto soundThis is for the hoes niggasMoney and the yayIt gets mega trifling when your struggling and your strivingSurvivingIm stuck to the strip for my gripPenitentiary chances for my cash advancesWhats my stances?Brings this to your hood late night for the trip gold hundsI want my fetty in tonsGangs and gunsFive thousand stash what the sumA nickel slick nigga and Im up with the sunSo what you got for me cooking in the kitchenTwo birds hella sift got my motherfucking palms itchingSo scandalous and my east coast dunnsShit foaming and bubblingFor my money and the doublingRespect that the Yak track got me caught upAll this D and the scrilla aint never enoughI pop my title like cash Im in this game for a FranklinSerious rap shit got a young nigga bankingStreet stankingMotherfuckers know what I meanLow-keyPlastered to the wall Im behind the scenes[Chorus][Poppa LQ]Italian link flooded diamondsStarted off that Crystal and buddedMy neighborhood I love itIm never above itI stays true to itBetter flew in like fluidIm knowing how to do itAnd partner Ive been through itSure Im improving Im the coldest thing movingI had some confrontation with some cocky-ass CubanHe said some black squabbling for some cheddarAnd then he had to deepen and dict the vendettaWell anyway I gave my baby mamma my BurettaAnd told her that some Cubans might try to come get herBut meanwhile Im a try to peel them firstBut if they invade let your heater disperseCock it back bang bang and do your thing girlLet them know whats going down in your worldI want a woman with smartsI want a woman with heartThat wont hesitate to blow your buster ass apart[Chorus][Jiboh]Now who makes moves like chess?Pack heat like a saunaMy bang bang clears your whole cornerLights camera actionThe bomb make my boogie make me hot like coal BraxtonI be taxing niggas like Uncle SamMy red laser beam make you do the running manA hundred miles an hour top speed you shouldnt of fucked withThe shorty lunaticAnd f*ck who you withYou should have came with your whole armyNow your duct taped buck naked walking home with no car keysYeah youre swoll like Lou FerignoBut all that shine like glitter it aint goldSee my crew laced in the finestMatching Lamborghini and diamondsI pack the jamMake niggas say oh damnJiboh so cool[Chorus]

They sayInfluenced by crime addicted to grindinWhere I can pile up my chipsAnd niggas call me a timerI been ballin since my adolescent years steady climbinMan you motherfuckers dont know nuttin about no timinThats right thats right boy start that shit offI heard a rumour I died murdered in cold blood dramatizedPictures of me in my final stage you know Mama criedBut that was fiction some coward got the story twistedLike I no longer existed mysteriously missinAlthough Im worldwide baby I aint hard to findWhy I spend most of my time my California grindWatching for thievin Im cautious its like Im barely breathinPuttin a bullet in motherfuckers give me a reasonSee me and hope Im intoxicated or slightly fadedYou tried to play me now homicide is my only paymentIm addicted to currency in this life I leadWhy the f*ck you cowards be runnin too scared to fight a GFor the life of me I cannot seeHow motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with meAnd if you dont like this rhymeThen bring your big bad ass to CaliforniaCause we aint hard to findInfluenced by crime addicted to grindinWhere I can pile up my chipsAnd niggas call me a timerI been ballin since my adolescent years steady climbinMotherfuckers dont know nuttin about no timinI got my locs on hard hat goin to warBreakin them off on sight stoppin lives like red lightsWatch em pause as I pull my strap out my drawersAnd get to dumpin on they ass like the last outlawsRich 2Pac and the Click smokin blunts loadin clipsWith enough shit to raise your block in one dipWe bring on horror like Tales From the CryptAnd we aint hard to find is the tales that we kickIm fully automatic full of static and shitMovin Dodge van fifty rounds in the clipIm ridin shot gun with the tint in the backIm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rapIm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-OWhere sellin narcotics is all I knowI got blow speed bleed whatever yo kindAnd if you need a motherfucker I aint hard to findSome may call me Bootsy but I call it timinThats while I keeps on grindin (thats right)To the point where a nigga cant stopToo much feelin this shit thats why Im quick to peel a bitchWhether its a nigga or a ho a hoGet in my way then that ass gots to goCause a nigga steady plottinI serves hit for hit and motherfuckers keep droppinInfluenced by crime addicted to grindinWhere I can pile up my chipsAnd niggas call me a timerI been ballin since my adolescent years steady climbinMan you motherfuckers dont know nuttin about no timinDown the stepsAbandoned broken down apartment complexHeavy metal lipstick hairy cant be scaryPlayboy what the f*ck is the proof without the drama playNigga what the f*ck you got a gun for if ya gonna hesitateBest shake and bake all those I-was-finst-to-ask niggasMotherfuckers-didnt-think-I was-gon-do-somethin-ass niggasThreaten your life aint like you love himBury your thoughts take his head f*ck him have at him (check this out)I grew up with that niggaThrew up with that niggaI hear he tryin to rideDouble-edgin for the other sideBut now my Glock be so judgementalBack seat of a rentalKeep my name out your dental niggaIf your gum bleeding and you needingMore than twenty stitches you behaved like them bitchesSideways to the raceHeavy in the gameCheck the resident its all the same (its all the same)Nigga and we aint hard to findHell nah we aint hard to findThe whole clickilation foolMotherfuckers hard to find right here biatchWhy them niggas acting like they cant find us?Like they cant see us andLike we dont be at the same spots they be at?Its the same congregationYoung Pac is back (Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit)Its a celebration (guess whos back) (motherfuckers better understand this shit)Young Pac is backAy D-Shot nigga can we get paid man?Can we just go there and sock this shit up please?Hey we smokin and we aint hard to findDrinkin and shit fuckin with some hurricaneA motherfuckers gonna get his Marlboros regardless playaYou supposed toSideways to the next lightAnd to the next coastPoppin motherfuckin ball shit you know what Im sayin(Money over bitches nigga MOB MOB)

[Verse 1 The Jacka]Im thugged out enough to beat your fucking ass right nowIll make your best rap wack with a rap right nowCause Im the jacka the calidod pack the yay sackerTell your bitch to shut the f*ck up for I slap herYea the jacka the spectacular my hold makes meLook like dacula plus the young mob nigga thats smother shitFor the scrill my real niggas noting know who it feels[Verse 2 Fed X]Put your guns up gather your troops upYour shoot wasnt bust out but your aim wasnt good enoughYou claim killa you did what I didBut Im a natural born killa you and me at the same niggaYou get your gun tooken to war about to jump offYou fell to the floor you should close your eyesDidnt jump off get your mack snatched use your own gatYou know what I want run this shit or get your skull capped blown back[Chorus see-Bo]Bitch open your eyes and realize that you cry on yaCover your head and duck when bullets flying on yaWhen that ak spits you cant save shit you on your wayTo your grave bitch we born killazOpen your eyes and realize that you cry on yaCover your head and duck when bullets flying on yaWhen that ak spits you cant save shit you to yourMuthafucking grave bitch[Verse 3 Hustla]Shot caller now hit the block park the car cock the chopNothing but street star hustla hustla nigga whatLike my pops hops to diction hustler Im spin shotsWatch before your watch visitsIm in your wrist watches is not a movieYour favorite rapper catch a slug in his bootyOn the ground screaming like a bitchcaught the whole click thought he knew me nigga huh[Verse 4 see-Bo]Mini fourteen holler from out the windowCant handle the static get stuffed in the casket murderThem bastards grab my ak off the shelfFind the destination and send them niggas to hellMy occupation is a must that I stack GzAnd I done hit more licks that the theseBelieve that Im loco with the pulled off fo fo in your front doorwill have you butt-naked taped on the floor[Chorus see-Bo]Bitch open your eyes and realize that you cry on yaCover your head and duck when bullets flying on yaWhen that ak spits you cant save shit you on your wayTo your grave bitch we born killazOpen your eyes and realize that you cry on yaCover your head and duck when bullets flying on yaWhen that ak spits you cant save shit your to yourMuthafucking grave bitch[Verse 5 Ridah]I was too young to understand why they shot at meBut how can I remain a solder at ease and let the releaseTHE FAG they try to get me to participateNot at this rate and see my though strong try to recoupe meBefore Im there and gone like the Apostles[Verse 6 ap9]Stuck in this world without no helpNiggas dont know we play for self and for keepsLate night streets when niggas dump heat no retreatCause the feats on my tracksWithout my five eating off this platinum plaqueFor the fact that niggas aint shit so they blazeTurn the page off the rage in a mazeWhen they cant squabble f*ck stuck in a face offSoaking up more coke as I erase you jobBetter duck when the bullets fly[Chorus]

[Featuring Outlaw Immortalz] Intro (Voice speaking) You rang Is you down kichy or even might love to me Payin bangin another time Look we got the trigger to quicker the caper Fools leavin they guns from the guns to the care to the bed to the scoop In this life aint nothing they can think off But working overtime nigga Some motherfucking hard labor Verse 1 [Kastro Outlaw Immortalz] They got my Kickin in dust dirty Bust me they must be dreamin Trust me these cowards heard a murder And they aint tryin to see it They got em in there When I was to young to be in So now Im comatosed shellshocked and barely breathin But still I respect the game Test me you aint Hussein Outlaw like Josey Wales Too tough to try to change see-Bo they take me change no We just slow at home Ready for war plus we deadly Verse 2 [Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz] I remember when one of my teachers told me That I aint shit and aint gon never be shit Look at me now bitch and fluwed your kid with this Now were rainin on our enemies Hennessy got me critically suddenly instantly Knew their planin with my misery Its to me from Makaveli the general Military mind outlaw with camisole Critical condition for that hoes he fold It Hard Labor knowin this rap shit might save us Not from death but where we came from Chorus x2 [Napolean - Outlaw Immortalz] Nigga all we do is act a fool is stay thugged out (Thugged out) And the first nigga that act up was gettin thugged out Change the paper... [Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz] ...its Hard Labor Made the biggest plan that niggas makin Sound aped cause it is rapin They cant fake it more Verse 3 [Storm - Outlaw Immortalz] Gotta make more warriors Runnin through my veins The storys told while the games the same F*ck the world with your money man play the game Got stuck with your heartbeat whos to blame What you know what I want when youre bad as yours Got a vision of my enemies hittin the floor From Makaveli to my Outlawz I back em all Keep your mind on my riches when I even the score First nigga where you at speak friend of fo Got a 9-G locked its for if you fall Shoot first lets play no different face I die for the shit nigga Hard Labor Verse 4 [Kastro - Outlaw Immortalz] Pick up my block cock Please not want to put a stop to my plot They locked my bitch up And even tried to lock in my pops Its Hard Labor my moms you craw me thinkin to major Mad cause nowadays too many hoes is on my pager Pussy and paper Pencil politics and praise you Chase you and even chase me Straight to the penitentiary Nigga the hard life hard fight and hard capers Nigga were all thugs overdosed in Hard Labor (Voice Speaking) Walked in the club and said a nigga drugs do us all Looked up and see my nigga Big see-Bo Verse 5 [C-Bo] Check I was born to this life a sin as a young thug Releasin stress over (?) gin laced with mud From day one I knew is wasnt no motherfuckin love They use to jump doin hands and now they jump in new as lust I was confused first to see a church on this hell on earth But it was them fools first to took earth for what it was worth I was raised in this great community when there was no unity And niggas be on they own as soon they reached (?cutety?) Be you and me Runnin back in a Cadillac Fresh of a jack With two straps in a Pontiac With only one life to live I guess the Lord had only one life to give It seems so trifully bought a hill This fast niggas lifes a sin Its hell on earth aint nothin worse Than givin birth to kid Talk to sin until he buried to dirt Its been a thug life since day one when I was thugged in 25 Years later got rid off thuggin Hard Labor

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Lyricist- Bob Seger

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She packed up her bags and she took off down the road She left me here stranded with the bills she owed She gave me a false address Took off with my American Express Sunspot Baby She sure had me way outguessed She left me here stranded like a dog out in the yard Charged up a fortune on my cre ...

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