(feat. Big Syke)



[Verse 1: E.D.I. Mean]

But we the last motha fuckaz breathin

You don't beleive us then watch us ya tuned in

To them Outlaw ridaz, block survivors

Killa Kadafi beside us

Reppin that thug shit until they bury or hide us

Tellin all of my street souljah's to rise up

From East to West Coast yo, don't let 'em stop ya

It's a cold, hard way we livin

Can't out just me, and live to smoke a little

Watch my children grow a little

Get this money, escape the prison

My jail niggaz doin time I feel ya pain, get out rise

It ain't nothin but a come up

Outlaw Recordz it's official street niggaz gettin this money legal

We all in together now, ballin together now

Secrets of war young busta you better learn about

Bust, if you must, plus

Get in the business when the jealous niggaz fuck with us



[Chorus: Kastro]

We was taught, at all costs hold down fort

And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court

Where money, power, guns is boss

And countin big funs is the favorite sport

We must rise, maximize our size

Look alive, be advised it's a war outside

It's like dodge city, not pretty

But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise



[Verse 2: Napoleon]

Pause nigga 'fore these shells fall with ya

'Bout to four fifth ya, still don't get the picture

Thuggin on 'em actin sleep when I'm plottin on 'em

This little bitty bullet will make his body turn rotten on 'em

Sick them rottweiler's on him, did snatch some dollars from him

Bling bling that punk nigga, take the diamonds from him

Never had no love for him, nigga we solo

Passin out bullets like they promo

Oh no, Outlawz comin through

Nothin but trouble too, we still do the shit that Pac used to do

Who would of knew, that I'd be pointin guns at you

Takin funs from you, makin fun at you

Busta, ain't nothin but a Jersey ride nigga

Have my fanny so white, enough to sniff lines nigga

Napoleon, a.k.a Maximus 

My plans for this, is rise up, stack chips, nigga rise



[Chorus: Kastro]

We was taught, at all costs hold down fort

And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court

Where money, power, guns is boss

And countin big funs is the favorite sport

We must rise, maximize our size

Look alive, be advised it's a war outside

It's like dodge city, not pretty

But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise



[Verse 3]

[Young Noble]

Addicted to adrenaline rush

That the streets give off from 5-0 when the heat bust off

And I paint it the same cuz I mastermind

And every game ain't the same gotta change with the times

And get left behind, blessed by God

The judge tryin to stretch the charge

Young niggaz gotta rise up fuck the narcs 

Motha fuckaz can't take orders

You ain't a souljah nigga don't blame Noble

It's the life of ya kid 25 to life bid

Four five to wig, dyin tryin to live

The streets is a restin place and yesterday

And nigga ain't no such thing as extra pay

So give me mine today, and get yours tomorrow

Nigga Pac left the Thug Life love to follow

And I'm O-U-T loyal 'till my casket drop

Hustle hard 'till it's hard for the cash to stop, we must rise



[Big Syke]

Makaveli Kadafi, meant to Big Kato

Only ridaz in this day that's killin willin and able

Gang related incorporated, you can't fade it 

Haters gotta hate and ridaz glad that we made it

Make it take it to the next level

Now change the game, fuck the fame

Bang 'em scrape on the hang

It ain't no thang to rise above the rest

Pass any test, you mention Thug Life you mention the best

So invest in a vest, come bang with the best

The sunrise in the East but my set in the West

Still risin for my nigga Stretch, keep a tech

My paper stay risin whether cash or check



[Chorus: Kastro]

At all costs hold down fort

And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court

Where money, power, guns is boss

And countin big funs is the favorite sport

We must rise, maximize our size

Look alive, be advised it's a war outside

It's like dodge city, not pretty

But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise