M.F.C. Lawz
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Yeah
Helter Skelter
Outlaws
What?
MCs from '9
What?
Yeah
Yo, I spit the vocab
While most fags go grab notepads and brag about they bitch coach bag
I'm laying in the cut ready to blast and twist
Any nigga who be thinking I'm a pacifist, yo, ask your disc
Know you couldn't last in this
When your ass felt the force of the Magnum, bitch
Yo, drag his shit
Head nigga out the car
Smack him up with the heater, give his face a scar
Hate when y'all niggas try to disrespect
Techniques next week, I'ma disconnect
Your fucking head off your shoulder with a dread coming over
Boom Bap pit pulling mad shit from his holster
Smack you with accurate lyrics, blow your transistor
On your radio they don't know shit about the inflictor
Know y'all niggas slept on me so I crept on
The ave, did the math, left more buried than Stefan
Get y'all
Do the best in this hemisphere
And if there's any nigga that disagree, then send him here
Many years I've been putting motherfucking plenty fear
In the heart of these bitch ass niggas with my semi tear
We be the B-double O-T-C-A
Hey
Who we be?
W-T-L-A-W-T
Living this hell like the skelter, who can I trust?
Moving most of us wasn't as vibe we got among us
I'm sick of niggas living legal so we got some outlaws
Switching south paws
Mad niggas gonna get punched in the mouth paws
I got y'all
Got the skills and tactics 'cause you're average
Straight up faggots, my mac spit'll make a nigga backflip
Attack shit like some full-blooded pits for sick
With Timbs aimed at your ribs and have you gasping for wind
Made men with a vengeance, I make you late for attendance
Knock you so stupid niggas couldn't complete full sentences
We live this, every single day, full speed, full breed, thug seed
Fuck with this, you bleed
Ain't no escaping, bet that, boy, I'm Alcatraz
Out for cash
Right, we riders out to blast
Original gun clap niggas
Fuck these rap niggas
And these rats out for cheese, we trying to mousetrap niggas
When the heat is on, gather all my soldiers to perform
If you ain't down for the cause, you can keep the fuck on
You see, the moral of the song is get paid and move on
If you ain't down for the cause, you can get the fuck on
Crooked Compton politicians trying to lead the people on
Y'all ain't down for the cause, you can get the fuck on
Every day I wake, thank the Lord I made it to the morn'
If it's on, let's get it on, and you can get the fuck on
5:49 In the AM, situation mayhem
Took his last step, crooked game, watch his life end
Buried him
In the game, no rules, no pause
Helter Skelter made the call to them Thug Nation Outlaws
Final call, if you ain't, where you fall
Hit 'em up one by one, crew by crew, fuck 'em all
Blaze up on me, stay tall
Steady eye, perfect shot
You got a nine-inch, bitch?
I got a nine hollow bot
Touchy spot on some payback shit, for y'all can pop
You make enemies for life and I ain't stopping till you got
Shit is hot like the weed spot on Amsterdam
Consume your main man, destroy your whole clan, left you in fear some
Now fears to this, let Jehovah be your witness
Another life to fill the mission minus the hit list
That's the wicked seed, washed in the blood I bleed
On some real war shit, moving sets solidly
We operating under the Thug Laws since warriors
Doc Holiday, let's touch 'em up
They get out of line, we're gonna fuck 'em up
They talk too much, we gonna burn 'em up
Yo, Napoleon, why these niggas tripping?
Greasy bastards won't catch us slipping
Breeze in Cali, know I dip it
Triggers make a real nigga rip it
What makes you parasites, I ain't living
Right for my poor dead big dog life
Let your true lies, these two guys stick you up like broken blinds
They spineless, MFC Outlaws are timeless
With bitch niggas behind us, better strategize to find us
Or find yourself and your health championship I deny ya
You brought your mama fail but I brought you
Played them cards you dealt, fuck your best
I let your chest rest in piss
Never this, never leave no evidence
Cover this, kill you for them presidents
Outlaws
And they never say forever ride
Why not?
Mad as fuck 'cause I ain't hit the bar
'Cause I'm being bi
Like I'm y'all know, I'm representing for my young soldiers
No doubt we carrying a torch till this whole shit is over
Over, over, over
B-double O-T-C-A
Who we be?
W-T-L-A-W-T
Who we be?
W-T-L-A-W-T
Who we be?
W-T-L-A-W-T
Who we be?
Nigga, you don't like what the fuck you hearing?
You keep the fuck on
Slugs leave your monkey ass gone
Makaveli rest in peace
Kill at the cop, thug in peace
Rule out
Dirty soul in here, nigga