(feat. Focus...)



[YOUNG NOBLE]

You gotta feel this

Even if you hate my guts

What it takes to come up

A & R gettin' taped the fuck up

Labels stuck on followin' trends

I'm sick of the game

It's time for a change

Aint no need to pretend

Just a team when 'Pac started this thug shit

For the hood

Pitchin' is the fuckin thangs we get

The game so fickle

Niggaz pop shit with no pistol

Only 12 years old

I sold nickels

Just a young nigga comin' of age

I was one of the slaves

Til the underground catchin' the train

Uptown, comin' back with the cane

Long tops and all

We Outlawz, go home or go hard

Most intense flow

From the calmest dude

Raw moves have you filled with a bombin' fluid

I was born to be a Outlaw

My momma knew it

Drama, karma

I put my momma thru it

Damn!



[Chorus]

Motherfucker I dare you

Step up to a nigga like me

With a name like mine

Motherfucker I dare you

To pass up on a nigga like me

Like you ain't got time

Motherfucker I dare you

To think yo family was starvin'

A nigga wouldn't rob you blind

Motherfucker I dare you

To give in, gon' get it

Cause a nigga stay on his grind

Motherfucker I dare you



[KASTRO]

It's me, Kastro

King Kash and rusty

I'm classy dusty

My balls is husky

I shed blood for what I love

And thus me

Would ratha' die before I let you cowards budge me

Naw, I simply won't allow it

OG's showed me death before dishonor

I ain't doubted

When I got grounded by my momma

I pouted

And when I hit that first shot of Vodka

I downed it

Now I keep a pistol with me everywhere I go

And paranoid and I ain't tryna keep it on the low

Just so you know you not fuckin with a hoe

And I stay open like a corner store

Call me corner-stro

Please don't get it twisted

Why even risk it

Play a nigga distance

This is, not a warning or a fuckin threat

I'm all in

My money on the table

Ya bet



[Chorus]



[E.D.I]

Six million ways to die

And many stories in the city

That's why when you see me

My attitude is shitty

Now I ain't scared of the terrorist

But the law my enemy

Bush and his homies

Got plans for me

And niggaz with skin color similar to mine

It's a catch-22 if you livin' off of crime, and

Most of the niggaz I know, don'

Lost hope

Either be rappin' or be sellin' some dope

It's a helluva road

It's a hard time for hustla's

Deep in the game

We reapin' the pain for money

And ain't shit funny

So I don't fuck with clowns

In any town

Im only around those who stay down

Get pain now (now)

Yeah that's what's sup

It's too much money in this game for me to pass it up

So cut the check dawg

It's so simple

Or have niggaz like me comin' thru ya window.. window