[Pacewon]

What you want wit the underground kings from the Bricks

I've been at it since Clyde Frazier played for the Knicks

Packin' 3-5-7's wit the raw hide grips

Rollin' 4-5-6 on ya cross eyed tricks

War type shit, so get off my dick

I'm wet like Pirelli's on the vet

Here I go, pull up in the stretch

Ballin' like the Nets, like ten pass ya marks on my net

Woman love me, wantin' lust for me like people do money

They hungry, I might start livin' too lully

Got a A+ average and I'm bound to make honor roll

Jumpin' in and out of holes, lives like geronimo

Put it on wax, make it sound kinda comical

Bitches listen to it while they work they abdominals

G's listen to it while they out playin' dominoes

Outsidaz try'nna match the face on the article



[Chorus: Young Zee]

To my people from the Bricks keep on

Everybody up in Jerz, keep on

And it wont be long til the Outz invade

So we came to sing this sing



[Hook: Pacewon]

We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone [x4]



[Young Zee]

You know my block get cash

Twenty in street wit pop plus hash

Mess around, see a cop get blast

Even the girls get stop by tax

Outsidaz, what, what, what, like today

We doin' it to girls look like Tyra Banks

Drop the CD, girls hawkin' a nigga

They still wanna creep, they know I'm talkin' to Digga

You think you raw, I'mma test your jaw

You don't have a clue like Ernesto Shaw

See me on ya block, better give me those props

Before I start another beef worse then Biggie and Pac

We got macks and 4-4's to bust

And we don't buy clothes for girls, they buy clothes for us

Peace, to my homies doin' time in jail

And to ya niggas that be hatin', ya'll can rot in hell



[Chorus: Young Zee]

To my people from New York, keep on

Everybody in L.A., keep on

And it wont be long til the Outz invade

So we came to sing this sing



[Hook: Pacewon]

We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone [x4]



[Young Zee] (Pacewon) {both}

You know the Outz spit game

Without rappin' bout my chain and my range

While everybody else talk, sound the same

(Yo me and Zee) {we just try'nna get brains} and run trains

(Yo hot like gun flames, we copped enough grade

Take the story make the front page

All about a man wit a bulletproof coatin' chrome shotty

Ain't takin' shit from nobody)

And punk ya'll can make me use the steel and blast ya Coupe D'eville

Hit the right side up, make ya loose a wheel

Outsidaz drunk, can't walk a straight line

Me and Pace blind off the 1-8-9

(Tell the cops that the gun ain't mine, some may find and go

All day shine, I'm no joke

Pacewon, the type of man, that you don't play close

Better throw up ya hands when my folks say so)



[Chorus: Young Zee]

To my people in V.A., keep on

Everybody up in Philly, keep

And it wont be long til the Outz invade

So we came to sing this sing



[Hook: Pacewon]

We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone [x4]



[Outro: Young Zee]

Jacksonville, keep on

Little Rock, keep on

Vancouver, keep on

Seattle, keep on