[talking:] 

Uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz 

It's Outlaw season baby, Boyz N Blue uh 

Here to serve and collect, you know what I'm saying 

Uh what, PJ check it out what what 



[PJ:] 

What's up motherfuckers, how you doing how you feel 

It's Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill 

What's up motherfuckers, how you doing how you feel 

It's Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill 

What's up motherfuckers, how you doing how you feel 

It's Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill 

On the corner posted up, boys gangbanging 

Got my block on lock, big chain hanging 

I get love from the hoes, much respect from the G's 

Killing all snitches, cause these rats copping pleas 

Say I roll solo, but I can call up a mob 

If the price right nigga, I'll take up the job 

PJ the young nigga, that don't sleep 

On a late night creep, with a young freak 

Say I chill all day, run the streets all night 

I'm strapped up ready, everything's alright 

Hold up wait a minute, let me hit the dro 

Bitch recognize a hog, when I hit the do' 

You can cry get mad, but I'm not leaving 

Move around suckers, it's Outlaw season what 



[Sir Daily:] 

Nigga, pass the dutch 

Daily in the do', got cash to touch 

Bentley Sprewells, I'ma mash the clutch 

Chick in my whip, I'ma mash the slut 

Nigga crash for what, no sir 

I'ma steal the road, never be sober I'ma still be blowed 

If it stay summer time, I'll still be cold 

You broke niggaz, don't feel me though 

I'ma stay, on my note 

From my wrist to my ring, to the chain on my throat 

Nigga get paid, for everything that he spoke 

Daily on top, you insane to provoke 

All you lames is a joke, I get change while you broke 

Fold out six, in a Range blowing smoke 

Yes sir, inhale that cuz 

Nigga hit the weed, what the hell that was 

That hydro bud, can I buy some cuz 

Not from me I don't sell, I only smoke to get high as can be 

But, I can spare a little that you can clutch 

Ben you see me in them streets, nigga pass the dutch 

Pass the dutch 

Daily in the do', got cash to touch 



[Kyleon:] 

I pull up looking good, with the woman on the hood 

Top dropping fifth falling, hand fondling the wood 

Trunk beating up the block, like child abuse 

Kyle's the truth, I hang with the wildest group 

Boss Hogg Outlawz, that's my gangsta team 

Reclining the butter back, that's a gangsta lean 

Hell yeah this gangsta bling, you know the boy glistening 

Watch chain and ring, act like they auditioning 

I got cookies in the oven, plus pies for sale 

Plus a sixteen, boys know I'm live as hell 

Coming behind me on a track, is like riding a whale 

You know that ain't happening, just quit rapping and 

Come to H-Town, ask bout me 

Bet they tell you, ain't a damn thang whack bout me 

And you gon get mo' heat, than Shaq about me 

Flows dope, like I'm spitting cooked crack about me 



[Chris Ward:] 

On the real, who you know flow better than I 

Don't say yourself, cause I'll spray this lead in your eye 

I treat money like lettuce shredded, then wet it to dry 

C-Wiggity-Whoadie-Weez, is one hell of a guy 

Boys fall off giving up, not knowing it's better to try 

But sit around, like the money gon fall dead from the sky 

We make the rules in these streets, and it's best you comply 

Or get layed down face down, left stretched out to die 

See we X'ing haters out nigga, one by one 

Then throwing away the hot heaters nigga, gun by gun 

See I'm a gangsta, no not a Blood or a Crip 

But I keep slugs in a clip, that'll plug up your whip 

I got a connect from Cali, that send me jugs of that dip 

And I love the block, so catch me hugged up with the strip 

Still I got nice prices, on jugs of that sip 

You can call me Chris Wizzard, or C-W 

Now let's cap stack for stack, car for car 

Let's rap track for track, bar for bar 

Let's go battle for battle, war for war 

Better yet bruise for bruise, scar for scar nigga 

Tell the truth, you don't wanna compete 

Got one on my hip, one in the stash and one under the seat