(feat. Outsidaz)



[Young Zee] 

[Talking]

I'm allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want... 

This the Outhouse... 

yeah



JUH!

lemme smoke detroit! FUCK!

Lemme smoke a joint first... 

Here, Pace... 

[verse 1-Young Zee] 

95% of all y'all rappers butt 

And y'all ride dick so much y'all gon' make me nuts 

You'll get your jaw clocked, I'll drag your ass for four blocks 

Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop 

Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape 

Zee can't wait, I'll go Great Bank on a blank tape 

Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice 

Good to hit twice 'fore you catch me usin' trick dice 

Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels 

My colon holdin' pills, fuck takin' some Golden Seal 

I smoke leaky and black like BET 

And fuck hoes raw dog 'til my balls catch VD 

Mess with us, straight up, y'all better bust 

I'm the one you'll never dust, it's still the same as it ever was 

I'll leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls 

And scream, "If y'all ain't Outz then y'all could ride my balls!" 

Beef with us you might just catch a black eye 

And ride for your crispy 850-I 

I fuck with them drugs 'cuz it gets me high 

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa 

Been doin' this rap shit since '85 

Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la 

It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie 



[Chrous: Young Zee]

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa 

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa 

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa 

Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa 

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa 



[verse 2: Slang Ton] 

Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy 

Put 'em in the hospital and give 'em a poison IV 

My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk 

It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps 

We sip lots of liq' shots 

It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I 

kickboxed with flip-flops 

And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy 

Shit I be dyin' for is your piece of shit hobby? 

You borin' like Oran Dice, I'm more than hype 

Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites 

Ton Slanga, I'm dopin', pills and cokin' 

Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin' 



[Az-izz] 

Now, when your partner die, who got the right 

To do the homicide and you shot the guy? 

And when you's 'bout to cry who got you high? 

Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa 

I'll blast the guy that don't pass the lye 

Leave him paralized and agonized 

Fellas, grab the thighs that's by your side 

Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa 



[Chrous: D.U.] 

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco 

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco 

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco 

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco 



[verse 3: Pace Won] 

Wanna live this Outsida business 

Blunt splitters, all that 

Multiple musical contracts to fallback... 

On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat... 

Armed like Emmit when I rush crews 

More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove 

Don't need hands to touch you 

Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like 

The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe 

Slap the fuck out you, remember us 

I'm the man your father never was, or could've been 

Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I would've went 

Got it down, yo 

Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldn't "Take The Crown Home" 

Try to call me out and get the dial tone 

Pace Woner, dickin' 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer 



[Eminem] 

Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein' chased 

For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place 

I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides' 

And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train rides 

I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool 

And chews on human body tissue 'til its stomach gets full 

Skip school, barely went to class, thinkin' shit's cool 

Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kid's stool 

I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold 

And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold 

I'm from the city where the weather's always real cold 

And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin' steel-toed 

We be hangin' on the block 'til dawn 

Stayin' spaced out like Dr. Octagon 

Feelin' for the beats like they Chaka Khan 

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa 

Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah 

Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muah 

Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah 

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa 



[Young Zee] 

Beef with us you might just catch a black eye 

And ride for your crispy 850-I 

We fuck with them drugs 'cuz it gets us high 

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa 

Been doin' this rap shit since '85 

Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la 

It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie 



[Chrous: Young Zee]

Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa 

Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa 

Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa 

Mama-se, Ma-sa, Macosa 

Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa