(feat. One Eye, Tha Outlawz)



[Intro:]

Yeah, Outlawin it

Fuckas aint ready for this

Thug Life, like that

Where you at? Fuck y'all



[Young Noble]

It ain't nuthin but a thug thing

Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no

Please Young No', let 'em go

I wan't mo'

Go to the game in befo'

Lettin 'em know, exactly the way the game go

But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know

I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo

Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle

Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel

Mouthin off, what I tell you don't do that shit

Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit

Do that shit, Outlawz comin equipped

Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip

Watch this

Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip

Watch this, eat a dick, bitch



[Napolean]

I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness

Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this

Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter

This Napolean, Outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see

Nothin me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me

Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater

Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya

Hard be out crowd will make em the squad

Probaly burn the shit apart, Napolean, Mr. Bonaparte

The part of war you can call art

And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin bark

You faggot ass low heart ass nigga



[Chorus: Tha Outlawz]



Stand for something, don't fall for nothin

Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin

So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get,

Hit with every last bullet up in the clip



Stand for something, don't fall for nothin

Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin

Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich

So yo come with some better shit



[One Eye]

Life, bright lights and guns

Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum

Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the frontline

Slangin dimes, bangin that one time

I've done mine, one frime after the other one

Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em

You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb

Another dumb nigga thinkin they come?

That's foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung

Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin

Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin



[Chip Banks]

Ay yo One Eye,

Ya got Banky out here on the west

Cream Teamin it with no vest but two techs

Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em

Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em

Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps

Better yet, who you aimin it at

Cuz I'mma wanna know, where ya knuckle games at

Cream Team a number one, holdin down my spot

Ya corn balls got me feelin just like pop

Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop

When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know

Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino

It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor

Thug out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya

While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother



[Chorus x2]



[Outro:]

Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight

Come with some better shit, word up

Chip Banks, done birth

Fuckin world up

Strife doin nigga, Cream Team

Where my Harlem niggas at?

East side, East

West Coast, word up word up

Out there, for all ya

Word up

Fuckin word nigga

Told ya niggas it's comin