(feat. Rah Digga)



[Chorus: Young Zee]

We got you lovin' our music

Niggas smoke weed and do drugs to our music

Girls like to fuck to our music

Niggas wild out and get lock dub to our music

It's no more love for the music

We share blood for the music

We bust slugs for the music

We lovin' the music



[Pacewon]

Talk about sex, packin' chrome, techs, hero' bones

And coked up white chicks that look like Sharon Stone

Washed up M.C.'s, whose styles have been grown

Like 40 years old, still pickin' average poems



[Young Zee]

And now it's on, ya niggas wanna get beat

Just bring that shit around 20th Street

Don't get me wrong, thugs come hopin' to bust

But uncock their glock when they know this is us

And bitches, the girls keep the block jumpin'

Somebody get shot, they don't tell the cops nothin'

So keep on bouncin', rock a 3-5-7



[Pacewon]

That Biggie and Pac shit should of taught ya a lesson



[Chorus]



[Axe]

God yes, cuz pain is the object

Watch 'em stay broke like elevators in the projects

Everything we did, we did it the hardest

This kid is retarded, hate all you want, we gon' get it regardless

Representin' Jersey, ain't no other state

Before the love and hate, huawk, spit in ya mother's face

Ya life, what a waste, grab a knife, cut a snake

No love the jake, I'm out to catch another case



[Yah Yah]

Outsidaz, only here to make their mark

And run around this world like it's Raceway Park

Crash and start, front, chased by NARC's

Five deep, smokin' four blunts, it ain't shit, take their heart

Never catch us, regardless of the etch-a-sketcher's

We out takin' vestes, makin' messes



[Axe]

To each is own, we settle beef wit chrome

Got niggas comin' out their Morese Malone



[Chorus]



[Rah Digga]

Now it's here like anything goes on the track

Harriett step up to bring real rhymes back

You know shit is bad when the rapper can say

They ain't even in the game for the lyrics anyway

Well that's okay, the underground stay shinin'

Those runnin' for the door gonna end up resignin'

And years later, I'm gonna still be the tighter

Majority's splurger, call it all the tax writer



[Nawshis]

It's the Outsidaz faculty

Throwin' up the finger in ya magazine

My click be pumpin' more whips than gasoline

In the Bricks we knowin' for stickin' shit and havin' warrants

For the props, we lick more shots than alcoholics



[Azz-Iz]

I call it living, Iz, makin' a killing

Off these twenties, I'm dealin' feedin' my children, Jesus is in 'em

Eager and willin' to put ya muthafuckas in the fetal position



[Denzy]

Deeper then listen, when the Outz come through

Niggas break dumb fool, pull out gun tools

Makin' muthafuckas run jewels

So the ending to the story, kid

The worries bid, more niggas will get fit to our music



[Chorus]