Hate The Game
Outlawz & Killa Tay
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Outlaw! (Outlaw, outlaw)
From the cradle to the grave nicca (That's right!)
You show me yo' gat (Show me yo' gat nigga!)
And I'll show you my vest bitch (And I'll show you my vest bitch)
You shoot first motherfucka (You shoot first nigga!)
Or you hope you put me in the dirt motherfucka
(Put me in the dirt nigga)
But until then I'ma ride bitch (That's right!)
Napoleon! (Check it!)
I've been fucked from the jump
And ain't nothin' left for me to breathe nigga
I took some wrong turns and I got burned
But I learned nigga
Wrong move, young nigga dead in the dirt
Since I came in I've been dead, born in a hearse
It ain't no play toy you wrong boy
Thugged out, we outlaws
Young nigga, we been raw
Switch up, fight you south paw
Have you ever heard you taught wrong?
Blood spill that's word is bond
Talkin' all innocent shit is spit through your pendleton
Y'all been livin' on the lucky credit god been given
Y'all been switchin' like them bitches do y'all ain't for real and
It is more flaws we thugged out fuck y'all we street raw
Ain't nothin rawer louder than the kick back of my four four
We outlaws! (Nigga!)
Ain't nothin rawer, louder than the kick back of my four four
We outlaws! (Do you nigga)
Mothafucka! ('cause I'ma do me)
We leavin' they bodies on the black top
When the gats pop from their blind side
Do or die, hogs, til the casket denim hoo ride
No remorse we torch fools like back draft
From the east coast to the west coast I stack cash
[?] it's been the same I'm twenty-six deep in the game
Only faithful to the weed spot
They earhustlin' tryna eavesdrop
On the convo' but I think not
Snap back like a sling shot, better bring Swat
But really ain't no killin' me, y'all ain't feelin' me
187 to all my enemies, when I be
To' back of Hennessey 'til infinity
Ever since god created my memory
I've been a G', now I'm in too deep
To change my evil ways
These people made assassinate your fate
And your mindstate, did much dirt in the nine-eight
Filthy like some hood rat cock
Still push the most yola on the block
From the powder to rocks
It's Killa Teezy off the heezy with my head low, in the benzo
Ridin' wit' some Outlawz, no love unless you kinfolks
We can't escape the pain (We Mobbin')
Don't hate the player hate the game
Make a name out myself before I'm laid in the grave
Makin' mama proud I got her now
I see her smile when they crowd around
'Cause now they wanna be down
From the bay to jerz
We make a million of words
If that don't work? We make a killin' off birds
Young niggas rise up, load them nines up
If you a soldier nigga, line up, the war's on
I keep a itchy trigger finger 'cause I'm deep in the game
West coast killafornia nigga bringin' the pain
I bust caps, fuck a badge, pass me something on some indo
Ridin' til my casket drop ain't no pretendo
Ain't no bitch or ho' wanna be hard but softer than lard ass nigga
I'ma buck 'em fast when the two-two-three's smash
Foot's on the gas ass nigga
Luni Coleone, I ride dirty if I have to
I mug niggas, so start the fonk bitch and I'm at you
A thug nigga, you better believe I keep my heat close
Me without my gat is like eggs without chorizo
A made nigga, I'm one of the west coast top dogs
Had a dream about 'Pac and got hooked up with some Outlawz
I'm gangsta bitch! Hard core, fuck some hip hop
If niggas wasn't knowin' I bet they feel me when the trunk pop
It's nothin' but the hog in the west coast G
Movin' [?] on a busta (West side!)
For the love of the cheese (West side!)
(We mafioso!) Until the end of time I'm on this grind tryna get mine
And I know that's comin' soon so motherfuckas prepare for doom
Darkness covers the land the moon turns black
Then we see how all you tough niggas react
I'm on some soldier shit, real live soldier shit
Holdin' on to life with all of my might until it's over with
With Lunasicc and Killa Tay (Killa Tay)
What a way to get this pay (Get this pay)
O-U-T L-A-W-Z (Uh!)
Come on and fuck with me!
'Cause there's strength in these numbers
Fuck these whimps and these busters
Watch 'em jock us while we kick it and come up (Yeah yeah!)
Bomb first, armed first, dump first and last laugh
West Side, Outlawz E.D.I. Mean on that ass (Bitch!)
Live in living color, gon' ride for missin' brothers
Fuck life, I keep strugglin'
Load up and keep bustin"til it's over with
Well let me speak on Jerz and what the fuck goes on there
That's where I'm from even though I wasn't born there
My mom duke could tell you, she used to sell on New
I did too, with fucked up boots
She had the phat dimes I had the tall nicks
In competitions to see who could sell the most clips
Niggas trip if they never seen yo' face befo'
You lookin' around like you ain't never seen this place befo'
I got some niggas on New that'll blast at you
You can ask Mu, yeah, he's from Jersey too
It's the car thief capital, timb boots and asphalt
We got real thugs hustlin' they ass off
'Cause the block is crowded like the youth house
The whole Essex County bout it bout it, bring the lugers out
My niggas down Newark love to shoot out
You short caught a three clip sale but you only brought two out
Deep thoughts of a place next door to New York
Holdin' toast in the dark, niggas spot out any Narc
Havin' heart 'cause mothafuckas want what's yours
Have you leavin' off the block in your mothafuckin' drawers
Everybody fuckin' everybody baby moms
But niggas side by side, when it's time to brawl
Now that's what I call what's yours is what's mine
Ain't nothin' poppin' on Pine, New got the phattest dimes
Mastermind the crime like shabab at nine
I ain't forgivin' this time nigga I live this rhyme
Outaw to I die, I ain't givin' them mine
Young Noble the young soldier
New Street for life