1.Young Ritzy Outlaw
2.Hit Em Hard
Hit em! hahahahaha (smoke being blown)
Ughhh! razing sick ughhh! bitch!
Hit em, we're watching you (hit em), hit em,
(we're watching you nigga) hit em, hit em
Savage, aaahhhhh!
Mass control, i pass your soul
We all worth some doe
Sippin' on gold
Spend a little get more (ahh)
Forever happy, what have we
Maxed with cavy
Risky ritzy forever she burns
House keys care-free (ahh)
Nobody scares me
Where the players be？
Gettin money like me rarely
I did it cause you dared me
Now speak on it (what？)
You ain't no match for me nigga, so teach on it
And make em listen (ahh)
Full blown warfare headin' in your direction
All that was not to do was taught by you (ugh)
So i just threw my crew, ya brand new (ugh)
Hit em where it hurts and bump em with their crew
Every game got rules
Expect em, choose
My next move
Stand strong, get leverage, and press them fools
And that's that (what)
Pick it up put it down
Never look back
My insides comin out because of this rap (my name...)
Some of them are busta
Some of them are fraud
That's why i'mma hit em hard
Enough of them are busta
Some of them are fraud
Might as well hit em hard (hit em)
Hit em hard, hit em hard cause the plot, hit em hard
Them are fraud, hit em hard (hit em)
Hit em hard cause the plot, hit em hard (hit em) good lord (hit
em)
Everything slow-motion but it's moving so fast
Right here by the ocean and the palm trees
These l.a. streets, concrete philosophy (what)
Raised me and rottened me
For every tear and broken bone i suffer
Bro's another road for me to walk on, it made me tougher
Now i keep breathing, holdin' guns for years nigga, till we even
Plus, i shoot up the cop car (ugh) before ya hit the precinct
(ugh)
Razing; bow down, kiss my ring
Blazing; because real niggaz do real things
And live dangerous, bang them bricks, keep secrets
If they crop and question us, who the thief is
I'll find you and put the rumor where ya teeth is (don't ask
don't know)
Bust yo brain so i can see what ya thinkin'
Nigga, it's young ritz-ell
And i could distinguish the bomb from the fake by the smell
Chorus
When we be buckin'
Hittin niggaz up when we comin
No lovin, got y'all duckin and we ain't said nothin
Fuck y'all niggaz who be always feelin' our songs
Nigga, get your thug on
Who broke, now you're bullshit
I make hits, and sail the blue seas with yacht full of rits
And if there was a fifth nigga, we'd all be drunk
Peacin' up on a bunk when one glock to get it clunk
For the nigga that act obsessed
And a scream with pash
So fuck clad, bettin on the six sec
Ready to mash
Down hold a nine
I'm still in here tryin not to get caught
Flippin' every narcotic that i'm on
And p, all ya soldiers on your feet
On the brink with these crazy thugs we're not think
Well fuck that, instincts survive
Six seven, sixteen lives
Bitch shut up and drive
This is...
Chorus
Little ax court
Big tree (uh-huh)
If you don't believe me just come and see (uh-huh)
Little gonzoe d o double g (yes)
He might have donned the top celebrity (we hit em)
We bite em off, invade ya privacy
Run the country and roll the territory
Lose your girlfriend gonzoe, i'll see
In out the hotel she's coming like l
Your heart is broken you lose great shell
Ding dong, no more wedding bell
Chorus
Niggaz strapped
And i'm known for that
I hit em! nigga
Yo, we like... g money
Y'all niggaz is fuckin invisible cause ya dropped
3.C'est La Vie
＊(gonzoe)＊
Que sera, sera! (haha!)
C'est la vie!
Have a toast on me.
Yeah! state to state, we do it like this.
Live like us. feel like us.
That's life baby.
Sheeit.
(where ever you are, where ever you at!)
Verse 1 ＊(gonzoe)＊
Yeah.
Here i go again, drinkin' an drivin
In the latest model car riskin it wit no license
Goin fast, late night
Finna crash, hella cash
Thinkin bout, nothin but the past an i know that's it
But fuck it
I'm finna love it, tryin to feed my stomach
Finna have somethin, til my fuckin casket covered
Live for the minute
Lovin that ya'll know that we winnin
Me an phats nigga
Nobody move til we finished
Here's the plataue
Regime family i'm the copo
In a vet we race down florence non-stop though
The world movin in slow motion
Held by the ocean
X pills keep my fantsay open
An i'm lovin it
Nuttin above
But a pussy when you rub it nigga it's all covered
Cuz yours got caught
And mine doubled
Niggas juss drink wit me
Have a toast on me
Nigga c'est la vie!
Do what you want to.
＊(chorus)＊ x1
Have heart, have money. (yeah!)
Don't live the moment.
Have a toast on me, if you're smart
This is for my homies. (yeahah!)
Uh!
Do what you want to can i be free？
Everybody have a toast on me, please drink wit me
Uh!
Do what you want to can i be free？
Have a toast on me
World c'est la vie!
(nigga what？!)
Verse 2 ＊(phats bossalini)＊
I got it planned out
Day by day clutchin my fifth
Confident
Realizin i've sinned
That's why i'm bent
Cash spent
I make a mill i know that it's meant
Captured
A bubble benz and the saga begins
Cuz it was evident
That i was made for this
Stay awake at night crave
Now i'm paid for this
Still we ain't shit
A hundred thousand ain't rich
I take a chip
Flip a grip and multiply it by six
It's fabulous
To all the thugs that smashed for us
Celebrate
Live it up
And have a blast for us
Losin focus
Back to the dream to face the soldiers
Cuz they know what nobody knows, i got composure
But i'm still drunk
Beggin for funk
I know the town will bust
Live it up, keepin my trust
Juss check the scriptures
It's me and ritzy
Live, direct on your t.v.
Smoke wit me
Nigga c'est la vie.
What!？
＊(chorus)＊ x1
Verse 3 ＊(gonzoe)＊
I'm still glocked up
In a under bucket wit my seat belt on
9 zones locked up
Uh!
Take the rap money, buy the soft turn the heart home
First they little niggas
Now they servin out the front yard
Wit the look out
Like we roamin
Cuz they enemy got took out
Told the accountant to bring the book out
Gun man rockin the roof, wit the gages
I still got cases
Ritzy goin out blazin
Spit it
My nigga did it, still got acquited cuz we willin
Drunk as fuck, tryin to pivot
Uh
I got the anthology, i never ever give it
If a liquor store opens
Y'all niggas done did it
Cuz i stay drunk
Grabbin my nuts
Like what
First nigga jump
First mutha fuckin gettin touched
By us
Los angeles
Atlanta
Hoods us
We skanless
Imposters to exit us
All i got is tattoos and guts
Big nuts mutha fucka, so what？
Huh？
So what？
Huh？
So what？
Nigga c'est la vie
Come fuck wit me!
Uh!
Chorus ＊(til end)＊
Have heart, have money. (please be smart!)
Don't live the moment.
Have a toast on me, if you're smart.
This is for my homies.
4.In The Car With Us
Collar poppin at hoes like that
Look, i graduated from shin and shoes to gators
Cause this year, we got a hell of a start like the lakers
Got real plugs, i'm a criminal, turned rapper
Happy to sell drugs
I'm happy we got above
Cause others, there's places they can hurt theyselve
And i'm stressin we took a loss from twelve
What the hell
That's the trouble to come along with it
Better just forget it
Comin new and mail the bitch out before she start slitchin
In the night and broad daylight
With the headlights
Do it right, fiendin for summer chrome pipes
T.v.'s, stutterin hoes
Terrible weed, smoke on the o.t.
With a workin mack and a keys, it's me
Ritz baby, the nigga who named
Comin up with your lady
Drivin california crazy
Fuckin with my homie
All y'all can die slow
And that's the same homie i'd kill all you for
Thats my testimony
I'mma die with silk on me
Amongst the criminals
Get my money after the funeral
Put me away for better days
Keep hustlin
Get that money
Think about yesterday
It's on
Chorus
That's how we drivin in the car with us
We dirty and grindin in the car with us
This here, how we survivin in the car with us
I ain't lyin when you rollin in the car with us, nigga
That's how we drivin in the car with us
We dirty and grindin in the car with us
This here, how we survivin in the car with us
I ain't lyin when you rollin in the car with us, yeah
Keepin it low hater
Chillin, tease the tailors
Livin major
For who wanna know, i can't save ya
I bring it down with no fatal or fake nature
They try to play us
Mad players, jealous cause they pay us
Hater they always want to criticize
Cause i'm only servin sacks in the mornin
Keepin my money flowin
Throwin product at the back door
That's a fact though
Get caught with crack though
Do more than two to four
What's the reason for the season
Servin niggaz with heatin
Mother fuckers is cheatin
In this game we competin
I'm in the lex though
Sippin ruby with the blue beanie
Gettin blowed by a hoe i don't know
To smoke beedies
Indeedy
Get money cause i'm greedy
Playa alert, i front work to the needy
Niggaz stay cheesy
Gotta get my green
And the car that i drive on the scene
You rollin with us？ c'est la vie
Chorus
I hit the world first
Prayin to god 'unlift the curse'
What's worse, move the turf
Pay your homage on the first
Of course
While i sort my thoughts with newport's
And do pour, you short hit from dick
Came for ya, you can't stick it
Stretch half a chick and what's next
Crack her down, get in position
Let the things do they glistenin
Keep flippin
Couldn't beat it outta me
Do away with me
I'll go to my grave
With the anthology
Camaraderie
You made me (you made me)
To appreciate this liquor nigga and get crazy! (crazy)
I'm livin my last days
You went out
Blaze with the rest
You eatin with the enemy
Aim for the head they got vests
Livin my last days of death
There's nothing left
Until they lay me down
I won't rest, i won't rest
I'm a fuckin soldier
(variations of chorus until end)
5.Salute To The 88 Spokes
Hahahahaha... (ooohhh) you fuckin bitch
Yes, come on bounce to this (you talk too mother fuckin' much
bitch, we don't like...)
Yeah yeah yeah
Salute to the 88 spokes on the coupe
Wide open, axle broken
Fly down to the spot
Cause my shit too hot
Like what, why not have kass
Live life to the fullest
Escape bullets, nigga
It's still rubble
How things look like kings
Just cause i love it
I can't give it up
The ass is on the sluts
It's enormous (come on)
I pass on nothin (what)
Smash on niggaz for nothin
It's ritzy
Smoke one blaze down to fifty
Every bomb cock wanna get with me
And ya nigga can't stand me
Cause a nigga all up in your pretty panties
Whatever... (whatever)
6.Dirty Dancing
Uh uh, dirty dancing
Shake that shit, shake that shit
Uh, what what huh huh
Shake that shit, shake that shit
That's why you love me
I talk so freaky
And spit it good
I'm doin the best hoes from harlem to inglewood
Bounce it dirty dancin' understand fact
I want your fingers in your pussy with an arch in your back
Lay the own, right now it's on
Got my fingers in your stuff, yo we workin, it's on
We all stoned
Gettin fucked what's up
The fuck you got in your cup
Tell that bitch to bend over and throw you mother fuckin' hands
up
Chorus
What! i see you titty shakin
Ass movin left to right (shake the shit)
Hoes dirty dancin, give me some pussy tonight (shake the shit)
All night, break mines off (shake the shit)
Shake it till they come off
Dirty dancin, baby got booty interference (shake the shit)
I see you titty shakin
Ass movin left to right (shake the shit)
Hoes dirty dancin, give me some pussy tonight (shake the shit)
All night, break mines off (shake the shit)
Shake it till they come off
Dirty dancin, baby got booty interference (shake the shit) so
what？
When you see some smoke in the air, club jumpin
The rest of these hoes to get undressed so i can rub somethin
Baby the man at your house he mean nothin
Truly cuttin all of a sudden
We roll, let's go
Bitch don't slam my car door
To a caught the movie on and gave em twice the roll
It's like want somethin
Hit the liquor store
Cause i'm a playa
Girls stray from you and fuck nigga
Kill enough nigga
The bitch got stuffed nigga
I hit it and hit it
Till she says 'that's enough nigga'
Why？ cause i'm a sly nigga
And my dick get bigger and bigger...
Chorus
Shake that shit x 8
How many of y'all wanna love me？
Rub me
Bump uglies
Get gonzoe tatted up on your tummy
Your luscious lips
Juicy, fit perfect around my dick
Conflict movie till i'm mows your lips
Watch y'all eat clits
Relax roll the rest of my sacks
Ease rooms, get back in the mix
Menasha, dominique, eshantay
I'm fuckin em both
Have a total party
Chorus
Shake that shit x 8
7.One Time
Yo (huh？) it's me again (ahaaaha)
Gonzoe (yeah) i wanna live a little bit (just a little bit)
Just one time (how many？) one time
Just one time (how many？) one time
Just one time (how many？) one time
Just one time, one time
Me and my bitch was the closest
My bitch used to help me stack my dope up
My bitch too, look at the game and funk this and smoke with me
When there's no weed lightin roaches
The same bitch when i'm doin the most and the brokest
She right there
Awaken me out my nightmares
And tell my enemies to fuck off
And never ever scared
Givin me head anywhere
See my bitch never cares about affairs
Deceit along with the brain
The versace spread laid across the bed
Makin love
Til the x is gone, bend over the tear
Cause i love her
Seventeen, came with me and left her mother
She's a hustles bitch that's on the under
Nigga, in the daytime
I look in her eyes and see her lifetime
And only on the block, a love like this you'll find
One time (how many？)
One time (how many？)
One time (how many？) ha
I know you like to ball
Shop and spend cheddar baby (one time)
It's automatic and it's all for the better baby (one time)
Ain't nothin bringin if you fuckin with me
We go l-i-v-e with t-i-e-e (one time)
Now this is what you better do
Get your paper collect your revenue
Don't let nobody else count your money but you
Hope you wanna ball too？
Oh what you willin to do？
Put your freedom on the line for this criminal crime？
Cause the bars and the walls with the peasant design
Five hoes on your line shakin' they nasty behinds
Droppin with style, forty reptiles
Crystal by the gallons
Hollin at the stylins
Dealin with the violins
Trips to the eye lens
California wildin to the fullest
What you thought？
So what you savin' for bro？ your hoe can be bought
It's all for sales
She want the curls
Fresh out of the shells
High maintenance
Hair done, toe-nails
Finger-nails
Rockin shanells
Shoppin at blooming dells
Flossin on the bill
Uppin and jumpin scrubs
At hells and bells
Split your male when you went to jail
Heaven or hell
Chorus 2x
I got a gangsta bitch
That's why i love her
Cover-up my wrong-doings
Never lie to me
Bring some pies to me
Cross country
Cause we was hungry
She told me don't let it run me
Baby let's make it run from you
For the love of money
And pimpin's smoke on me
Shit my bitch was down
She want one roll
It was lovely and lavish
Just like me she had to have it
A savage, fuck, was smokin' like a palace
She roll with me
Nigga, she pimped hoes with me
My bitch fucked around
Went and bought her own bentley
Then let me drive
Blowin me on the 105
Knowin i ain't got no license
And this freeway is high
But she thugged out
Lovin her man's life, runnin the drug house
My cartel car rifle, time to bring the guns out nigga
I live to see the eyes of our kids
And my son, a splittin image, of how shit is
One time
Chorus 2x
8.Ice Pick Bubble And Grind
Yeah, blackout (get out)
Outlawz, ride ride ride
Children of the makaveli
Sing with me
Come on, come on, come on
(how... gonzoe... kastro)
I won't stop till i drop, why
When the lightning strikes
Ignite the name paper
I'm a made nigga
Clich？for the paper and all
Stand right here and ball
I bust or fall off
I'mma hustle till it's gone
It's on if i'm crossed up in this
Spendin well for my business
Live to tell my children about how they got it dearest
And how they fear us
Cause the sinners ain't givin a fuck
Tryin' to press my luck
And turn ones to two bucks
Like magic (poof!)
Blow in on my habit
I drink like a souljah, smoke nay, gotta have it
Aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!
I drink like a souljah, smoke nay, gotta have it
Hennessey and ridin on enemies
Better mention me
Mo and napolean
And any day
Apply the pressure
Outlaw till i die rock blessers
Tell gap we got more spots and still rock our vests
Lifespan when do i quicksand
To see me, (ahhhhhh) twist me, then mix me
Down to one ten, money and murder
Rum and big guns, that's all i heard
There's no woman swervin
Niggaz one time better hurt em
Flowin your wack
Watch my back
Time-storm it's on
Page g, then page me
Miss worried about one
Cross state lines
Late time it's day time
I take mine and break it
Tell the world, thuggin ain't dead it's sacred
We livin simple like shit from a pigeon
Break out of this prison
World we livin
Our mission
As we ice pick bubble and grind for the cash
Ice pick bubble and murder for the cash
Ice pick bubble and grind for the cash
We (yeah) ice pick bubble and murder for the cash
(gonzoe...ahhh...pissin on niggaz)
Yeah, nigga it's gonzoe
Feel the heat nigga
Face the truth
Children of the makaveli
Y'all niggaz ain't crazy
Give it up frequents
And mate ya momma's rats is too shady
I was clackin in the 80's
I'm about taken my money in every state
While you ain't about nothin
Havin no hustle, watchin moves i make
If you ain't got it you hate it
Let's straighten the facts in ya
Remember, i fuck you up by your bartender
No nigga hend as this
Tried to sell fingerless
Fuckin with ritzy
Miss me
Your whole hood history (boom!..hahahah)
Now clean this mother fucker up!
Chorus
(outlaw!!! what what)
Yeah, who you fuckin with？
The blunt gets split
It's over with
The more enemies i see
The more niggaz get hit
Cause i'm an outlaw
We all roll for the love of makaveli
Four soldiers to kill niggaz
Ain't nothing you can tell me
Nothin!
Yeah, julio g, speak on it
Fuzzy, speak on it (ras kass)
Big boy, speak on it (hahahah)
Theo, speak on it (what they gonna do to us now)
Baka boys, speak on it my nigga
Sway and tech, speak on it (these niggaz got loaded guns...
loaded guns)
Say down south, mean green, speak on it
Boom daddy, chris lova lova, speak on it
Yeah yeah yeah (and we... outlaw.. outlaw)
Greg street, speak on it
Dj nad, speak on it (napolean)
Jerious smokin b, speak on it (fuck everybody else)
Shieet (outlaw)
Outlawz, speak on it
Ahhh
World, speak on it
All my niggaz, speak on it my nigga
9.You'll Never Get Next To Me
Verse 1 ＊(madd maxx)＊
Now who's next for platinum spotlight？
You know who it is
Maxx and gonz takin over the mic
Flippin the script
Reversin town styles of my life
Live in the ghetto
But still livin the life that is trife
So fuck a knife
I'm using the gat on mobb imposters
Layin 'em down wit choppers
They never could stop us
Breakin 'em off they drop us
For tryin to knock us
Hustlin ass backwards
Dishin out my products
Under the oakland initiation
The death penalty is what you facin
Life sentance, incarceration
For fuckin wit mobb affiliation
Nigga the paraphanil
Contraband infiltration
Anatomy of my alliance
You won't defiy it
So watch you get broke down when niggas cause riots
Hold them hostage make the snitch keep quiet
Talkin bout, you don't know shit
I don't buy it
You fuckin wit real niggas that's all about the cheddar
Carry barrettas
Under my sweater
I'm tryin to make a mill ticket to make my life better
And if i gotta go down like scarface, then whatever.
Chorus ＊(mr. x)＊ 2x
You'll never get next to me
So you can't see what i see
I can't trust nobody, while i'm out here on these streets.
Verse 2 ＊(gonzoe)＊
Why i'm like this？
Look at the world in the face and spit
What the fuck provoked me to write this？
Lookin at my gun thinkin ＂this it＂
Cuz this bitch done took my son, thinkin he an object
She trip
Because i'm lonely
Wit a new fifth
Mad at everybody drunk
Tryin to stack a grip
Fuck y'all!
Sayin y'all friends
Deniyin my collect-calls
When a nigga behind in walls
That's why i'm like this
See i was raised wit a twist
My mama sold dope and my daddy was a pimp
That's my script
Sold my first brick in 10th wit chris
Juss tryin to get some paper off the strip
That enabled my hustle
Everyday on mind
Lost in life wit big shit define
Why？
I don't give a fuck
Niggas flaggin me down
I never don't stop
All they want is questions and ask stupid stuff.
＊(chorus)＊ x4
Verse 3 ＊(gonzoe)＊
Here's to the lasting song
Wit death the day after
When i'm drunk
It helps makes the time fly faster
The world passin me by
Fuck it, i'm high
Say ＂i won＂ for the hell of it
Watchin the other side
Why should i？
Think like the others
I'm like murder
Only say i'm trippin hella pistols hella come out
Realistically
Never got caught
But statistically
You 'posed to knock on wood
Cuz eventually it's tough
Tuckin the sheets in my bunk
Gettin ready for lock up
Caged up
Niggas givin a fuck
This for the total mayne
Niggas rollin the daytona's way
I got ＂thug serenade＂
For niggs to prominate
An get paid
I'm watchin ya'll, change your ways
Cuz you on some other shit
Takin shit these days.
Hey!
10.Making Hits
11.Money
(moola)
Money!
Money!
Haha!
Uh, who is it？
It's gonzoe!!
Verse 1 ＊(gonzoe)＊
We in this for the cash right here
Feel this here
This my year
Year of years
Khakis to cordiers
They hittin me up nigga
Now i juss stare
Ice up
Smash out
Hittin no fear
On the same spot i cracked up
My first 5 dollars
Same steez-aline, now wit out the poppin collars
Everything bubbled out
Dash board, pull it out
Girls in the backseat runnin they mouth
Switch up, shut up
Kiss my boo before she nut up
Spittin it all juss tryin to get some cut up
Floatin
Somebody rollin a blunt
Somebody chokin
Somebody pass the blunt
Constantly smokin
The life, of a young tycoon
Roll up green
Pop x and lace 'em
An this life i lead i ain't set
If i ain't got a whip wit a grip or the woman i slip.
Come on.
Chorus ＊(val young ＆ gonzoe)＊
(come on, come on)
Money, money, money!
(westside! eastside!)
Don't you know that we.... need the paper？
(get it, get it, come on)
(yeah)
Money, money, money!
(uh, uh)
(what？!)
(ritzy, yukmeez)
Verse 2 ＊(yukmouth)＊
Uh.
I rock
I rock a
Afros, corn rows
Mouth full of golds
Young hustla hoppin outta range rove's
Fully equipped wit tv's and videos
Playin jet motto
Sip x-o
A ghetto superstara
Livin life like there's no tomorrow
Hit the spot in godfather convertable ？？？
Smokin gonja
From january 1st to kwanza
Up in the bahammas
Racin jet skis screamin ＂cowabunga!＂
Top of the world
Yup me and my potnas
Smoke-a-lot, regime
20 a casa
Skiddin through the islands
Be the first to bust
Grab on my nuts
Scream in cuts
Then i smoke the famous weed wit dutch
Wit no crutch
My lex got stick shift wit no clutch
Push a button on the back of the steerin wheel and skee-skirt
like starsky
And hutch
Young ritzy and yuk
Quickly bust they enemies
Get cheese like vito genevies
Nigga please
The new era regime
Make 'em bow down kiss they ring
Do they thing
From here to beijing
Stop hatin
The shot calla
That pop collars
Before i get yo ass wit the rotwilers.
＊(gonzoe)＊
Yeah we in it
Hit the spot
How much money you got？
Show an tell nigga
Doin all the big figgas yeah!
An get... money, money, money!
Westside! eastside!
(don't you know that we.... need the paper？)
Get it, got to have it baby, come on
(money, money, money!)
It belongs to me
(from the hood, to the corner, and the playa)
Come on.
(money, money, money!)
Westside, eastside!
(to the playas on the streets, got to get them g's)
What？
Regime, come on.
Verse 3 ＊(gonzoe)＊
Nigga we on some gangsta shit
Young ritz, throw yo drank up
Fire that dank up
Tell them girls any lie you can think of
We finna get fucked
We pervin
Off nade
And the alazae workin
Who searchin for a stiff who wanna follow
And i voulen-teer
Wrap yo lips around my stuff like a bottle
Here
I shake it, and take it
And take it
You suckas can't make it
Cover it wit hatred
Capitol punishment
Make you taste it
Break down the mind of a manson
Cuz they basic, no care
To my right hand
Swear to bear arms
Bust fo my loved ones
An trust none
Got money an funds
I call upon an worship
More evil than good, i fully work it
Shots in ？？？
The world go perfect wit dolla bills
My wounds can't heal fool
My world too real fo dolla bills.
＊(chorus)＊
Money, money, money!
(westside! eastside!)
Don't you know that we.... need the paper？
(gotta get it an spend it!)
Money, money, money!
(come on, come on, come on!)
For the hood
The corner
And the playa
(yeah tell 'em val!)
Money, money, money!
(get money, come on!)
Playas on the streets, gotta get them g's.
(what？!)
(come on!)
(shake it!)
Come on! (7x)
Ha!! haaahaaa!
Come on!
12.Ride Or Die
13.Serenade My Life
Intro：
Yeah, ritzy, world
Sing with me
Bounce with me
Rock with me
Come on (come on)
Come on (come on)
One time, uh
For ya mind
Verse 1：
Hot hennesy
Out of plastic cups
I be vint to fuck up
Since they call my first nut
Never drivin' up
Stand up the world with two curl grim codiacs
Platinum raised hell till we fall the saint
For my soldiers
We outnumbers and get closer
Stay numb, yuk
For path of world, full close-up
Outlaw i smart the enemy and never choke up
Listen to them old niggas shut the fuck up
And soaked up
Break down the gang who fucked us
No trust, keep 'em raildust, you ain't got nuts
I livin' this, playin' emotionless
Skinny kiss
If you crossed me
Motherfucker please remember to
Chorus： 2x
Serenade my life
Come on world, sing with me
My life ain't what it seems to be
Dreams went up smoke and hennesy
Seems to stuck
The world just ain't feelin' me
Verse 2：
He was a
Lost soul, huh
Lost and not knowin'
Young nigga born to be a king
The wouldn't know it
Golden child
Born wild as a chubby
Can't work
The public lose
It's time for a brooze
He never knew no better
Attended to motivate 'em
His mom couldn't take 'em
Allah couldn't break 'em
Shakin', hell nah
He sayin' fuck y'all fools
Drinkin' deuce-deuce, sittin' flame with .22
Slippin' you lose
He moved the crips on the fools
About the bubble
Nah, he ain't nothing but trouble
Struggle, to the early years
So you know we shared plenty tears
Got a heart out of fear
And now he out of there
His bigger clubber was big time
Did time
In bout fact, major and now they both got paper
Outlawz, souls, cold dusted killers
Real niggas on a mission for years
Picture (yeah)
Would it fly there's a gang of (？)
It's the dealer
Real niggas come up and die quicker
Just to much for the world
Step to the riches stay true
You left to early, all so i serenade you
Chorus 2x
Verse 3：
We goin' noise and a nominee
And holla and robberies
In alley's of cali,
Till the projects in new jersey
In a cent, urban to all
All my niggas in jersey servin' perfect
Gonna let y'all miss own this circus
I know it's worth it
And i'ma like to be on the outlaw combat
Go got guns it's more mohammed
See, hear me all
(？)
I be the nigga that doin' starkest
Black out like holly park
But will the body count stop
Can't talk to the cops
Cause i'm starin' at his glock
Pistol patience
Told me if my brain it'll lace me
Grandma told me
If i claim, they will chase me
I'm gettin older, gotta be smarter than that
Sharper with the gat, hold off
They wanna hear fuller than strap
Pullin' 'em back
In my coma
My man lost his brother
Had a dream seen of bustin' out the roof
For the stolen land rover
Them niggas wanna die like a soldier (soldier)
Watch your step (nigga)
Verse 4：
Nigga, it's young ritzy
Word, fuck y'all nigga
Crazy, outlaw, sinice
Nobody else
I wish i never knew you
I see right through you
My cash is right
I might lose you
Dub tape
Causin boo-boo
Not trippin' to the fact
No love
Just regarded the blueprints
And went back, fuck a contract
You scared of combat
Ritzy outlaw tips
With that fuck shit
Would you clutch this
We outlaw clips
Mo' niggas got banged
Let that brain thank
And my rap feel like the dopegame
Sinice society, pick up chains
I never go back, to nothing
With a matter round the table
Clean triple of the moneymachine
Go click back
10 stash of gangstas
20 sacks of thugs
That's quickly from the crips and bloods
Yeah that's my fantasy
God queer me
Pac brievin' on
Come here, you hear me
Uh, homeboy with the big toys
Who could pull a strang
Fuck shit and make a lil' noise
Outlawz
Outro：
Yeah you focus on something
Fuck y'all
This's for the world
Kill me first
14.Got It Made
Uh-oh, (uh-oh) here it go again (here it go)
Oh fuck! (oh shit) shit, shake that shit bitch
Huh, (yeah) yeah, it's me, gonzoe
Came to rock you mother fuckers right quick
You know what i'm sayin？ kick that thesoline
Know what i'm sayin
Nigga, i'm tryin to have it made
Fuckin with mink and suede
Hoppin out of jags on niggaz
When me shit parfait
Like livarache
Hoe, smell the heats of meakee
I'm too cocky
My life's too rocky
So fuck y'all
Nigga pissy off with me
You separate all
It means nothin
I talk your bitch out the drawls
For the fuck of it
And turp off bumpin
It's in the shed
Bounce to this
Cause you feelin it
Respect me killin it nigga
I'mma be that rich cat
Tell them niggaz where i hold my chips and whips at
I'm a young nigga never found guilty
Clean as fuck but still filthy
Workers on the corners tryin to milk me
For knowledge
Like 'damn! you smashin in college？'
Big ass glots and keepin dollars
Don't bother choppin work no more
I hit the liquor store
Relax with a glass of conyac and smoke
Nigga
I got it made! (got it made)
Fuckin with mink and suede (mink and suede)
All my pieces par made
Bitch, i'm doin this shit my way (my way)
Bitch, all us niggaz we got it made
I'm paid, fuckin with mink and suede
Hoppin out of jags on niggaz (us)
When me shit bumpay
Like liverache
Hoe, smell the heats of meakee (hoe)
I'm too cocky
My ice too rocky
So fuck y'all
Uh, it's too much money to me
Y'all niggaz is actin fake
Playa-hatin, talkin up on my shit like ricki lake
Comin chili's for hoes
Why you lyin bout who you know？
Stay broke, never got no ervails on the smoke, lock the timmy
Foo, you killin me, actin phony
Sittin on your cake with a round of homies, you're pretty tony
Gettin worked, cochberts, versace, domeinberg
What you bought is what she wear when she go do dirt
The truth hurt
All the same
With no backs to claim
But you slept because it was all part of the game
Chorus
Yeah, y'all niggaz can't touch me
I'm spotless, you dusty
My pistol crusty
All the niggaz i wet
They all trust me
Till the federals bust me
Out for the dusty
Gangsta like bugsy
Livin lavish up in luxury
The bombay, mr.icicle
Come swallow the pickle
Us dons all stressed and rippled
It ain't a thing
Tryin to find this game man
Stack up for the drought
Cause one day it's gonna rain
In big drops
Cop, blind side of my cyclops
As it bubble, i watch the pattern transform
To rocks nigga, going to glocks, money in stacks
Cause he got this, and i got that (what)
15.Escape
16.Out Of Control
＊(alarms and helicopter sounds)＊
Fuck, no, not going back!
Ahhh, ahh (coughing) ehh
Good, the world got me runnin from the posse
Description on a walky-talky
Do you copy？
Brazilian boozin lightly
We chasin this day
Smoke and broccoli
Off this shit, probably, we smelt the smoke
Tried to stop me, but we took off
Fuck the law!
I got a warrant for some shit that went down and got found and
tossed
Not movin no post
They found my fabrics
A nigga tried to play me too close, i had to blast him
Come on keep it movin
Nigga, what you provin？
It's me and you and we both got guns, i ain't losin
They traced it
Remember that night, high and wasted
Breakin niggaz with naturals comin out the briefcase and shit
And then it happened
Somebody started cappin
And it's me blackin out, i plugged up three
Hit the beach
When he gave us communion to the peace
Immediately, get on some new id
Cause they'll kill me
＊(police sirens)＊
Do you copy？
Some of them from the correctional facility
License plate 1ma-80g
Looks like he's gonna exit bundy
Copy... (copy let's go)
No matter what i'm not givin up
Fuck handcuffs!
They can chase me all day or we can straight bust
In the streets that's up in these corners
Complete with the gangsta tactics to get away from me
Police, fuck em nigga
Got a glock, better tuck it
And i'm stretchin on the one ten
And all in the bucket
Gang bet em, send me to y-a all day
I'mma slang it till i run out of gas and get paid (get paid!)
＊(helicopter sounds)＊
Nah... in the hoods
Looks like lapd's in one of their wild chases again
This is takin place in the freeway
Looks like uh, what is that？ a umm.. blue oldsmobile... going
west
He's actually flickin off, look at him, he's flickin off the
chopper
Hit every back street
But still can't shake the police
50 squad cars deep
Now or more dv
Do or die, o.j. on the old 4-o-5
Gettin high in my shit bumpin ＂when thugs cry＂
Gonna be through with money
Look back wondering why they want me
See the sirens
And now my life flash before me
And i'm sick y'all
Cause this it it y'all
A young nigga
Who fumbled and took a pit fall
Shit y'all
＊(sirens)＊
Get out of the car
(get out of the car with you hands on your head)
Keep your hands up (keep your hands where we can see them)
Keep still, keep still (don't make any sudden moves)
Put your hands where i can see them
You're movin too much! (stay on the ground)
You're movin too much! don't move!
Don't move!! don't make any...
＊(five gunshots)＊
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