Way Too Major .......... Daz Dillinger

Life's So Hard .......... 2Pac

Greed .......... Ice Cube

Get Yo Bang On .......... Mack 10

These Days .......... Nate Dogg

Mash For Our Dreams .......... Storm

Free'em All .......... J. Flexx

Staring Through My Rear View .......... 2Pac

Devotion .......... Paradise

I Can't Fix It .......... Jackers

Questions .......... Tech9ne

Hollywood Bank Robbery .......... The Gang

Made Niggaz .......... 2 Pac f/ Outlawz

Loc'd Out Hood .......... Kurupt

Gang Related .......... CJ Mac, Daz Dillinger, Tray Deee, WC

Keep Your Eyes Open .......... Oftb

Lady .......... 6 Feet

Take A Nigga Like Mee .......... Young Soldierz

What Have You Done? .......... B.G.O.T.I.

What's Ya Fantasy .......... Daz Dillinger

A Change To Come .......... J.Flexx f/ Tenkamenin, Bahamadia, Kool & the Gang, Con-Funk-Shun

Freak Somethin' .......... Roland

Feelin' a Good Thang .......... 2DV

Lost Souls .......... 2 Pac f/ Outlawz

Daz Dillinger (of Tha Dogg Pound) f/ Tray Deee

[Daz]
Ready?
Yeah... we back
Daz Dillinger in the game
Death Row, in the house
Lettin y'all know, we ain't went nowhere, we right here
In effect, c'mon

Ahh yeah, watch out, get ready for war
We the Gang and we bang knockin down your door
What's the secrets of war I can't take no more
Within minutes we get in it comin for you and yours
With these automatic toys throughout the world make noise
Dippin in low-lows, and jumpin out of fo'-do's
Catchin, many and any with the fo'-fo'
Blastin and mashin I cash in many for Death Row
Rest in peace to my homeboys who ain't alive
Now the mission is for us to conquer and ride
The worst California we droppin somethin on ya
Ain't no one to sound, like ta-pow, you a goner
For the simple fact we get Gang Related
We have the papers and you suckers hate it
What you gon do when we get loose and act a fool
Break the rules on you and dust you off with the tools

Chorus: Tray Deee

Yeah, you know I ain't nuttin but a gangsta
Only with the swoll rolls and the paper
Once I get the big bank, gotta shake her
Cause I'm tryin to get way too major
(repeat 2X)
*singing* And you know we really like to get down
with the Gangsta Boogie
(repeat 2X)

[Dat Nigga Daz]
I penetrate, send it straight to your middle brain
Three times dope similar to my nickname
A big Caine, ain't nuttin changed now I'm solo
My gangsta ass track with the Gang is my logo
Ridin with the top down, off lockdown
Time for me to knock down fool's whole compound
Like the World Trade Center
The world made thinner when I'm pullin on my girl gray trigger
Figure when I enter I intend to rule this
This industry fin to see I'm nuttin to fool wit
Like Jack Nicholson, I smack fickle men
And pack somethin in my penalty
Will well then they see the toppest servin a putdown
And I'm on this notice my opponents get took down
A crook down from my ground of clout
Representin Death Row when I was down and out
It don't stop

Chorus

[Daz Dillinger]
I came in the game with the aim to maim
The gangbang murder main slang is strange
My first idea when I stare up in the mirror
Is how Daz Dillinger gon creep up on the scrilla
And if I don't plot then I'll probably not
get my issue, so I gotta figure how to twist you
Hit you hard like a gauge shot
Watchin fools laid out when the bloodshot sprayed out
I shoot my way out these punks for rent
So duck when the slugs hit your trunks, you're finished
I'm comin out runnin that's to shake the scene
Break the green I'll scream out the gangsta theme
Do or die! Ain't no lie, that's the way I eat
Watch me scope out and choke out the prayout beat
GIve me six in the chamber fuck twelve in the box
Let the gravedigger be the one shovelin rocks, it don't stop

Chorus

[Daz]
This how we live, ballin on y'all
Fancy cars and houes
*singing 1X again*
Yeah, and you know we got this, so don't trip, ha ha
Yeah, and you know that
Yeah, real smoove
Straight up, we got get down
Gangsta, and we major
And we doin, watch out
*singing 2X again*
Death Row, Daz Dillinger

Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
They got me goin cold-hearted
Probation, violation, incarceration
Frustration, you know
Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin
It's hard! Hard on a nigga {*coughing*}
Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is)
{*whispered*} Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Watch out nigga!

Chorus: Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G
(repeat 2X)

[Tupac - chorus 2X throughout]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
Whassup man? Always listen to that shit?
That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me

[Verse One]
Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
and duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back
These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga
While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
Oooh, what can you do
when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin
on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I have no remorse
as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug Life niggaz and we don't like tricks
Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches
Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own
Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach
and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
but I gotta call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me
Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice
Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see?

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Three]
Never bow down let these other bitches crawl
I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball
Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight
Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin
All I want, is my muh'fuckin money, ain't no question
Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his dick
I'd rather die young than die old and broke
That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Four]
Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars
Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards
My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell
I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip
The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit
A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin years locked up in jail
What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too
And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us
And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts
Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
And motherfuckers got on do-rags

[Chorus 2X]

Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid
Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and
still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
It's not about the nice guy
It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga
If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin

(Chorus repeats in background)

You ain't really makin nothin
These motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks
got it all locked up for us to fail
See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day
So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack
believe me, this could be your last breath...

[Chorus 2X] to fade

Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard
I ain't fuckin with it
This cake has got to be all icing baby
Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece
but god damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
You wanna be rich right? (Hell yeah)
Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be

We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks
Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo' bitch (bitch!)
Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's
Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go
Parking lot to the spot, Marriott
Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot
Who's at the do', go and check, I got the Tec
Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet
Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggaz but you can't jerk me
Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free
I'm talkin greed

[Chorus]
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed
[repeat 2X]
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
[repeat 2X]

Now bitch niggaz don't mean shit, from where I sit
Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out
Eighteen deep when the plane soar
The bitch threw her tits, asked my click who we play fo'
Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious
Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
Escorted, detained and deported
Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us
We the clear-est, you can fear us
Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors
Break em all, pull over and jump out
Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all
I'm at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick
These bitches all on the dick
Ice Cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed
And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed
Uhh uhh uhh [pigs squeal]
(Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed

When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it
Wanna dance on it, everybody want it
[repeat 2X]

You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti
I'm the one closin escrow, with the best flow
(Do you wear a vest?) No
Niggaz hit me I'ma turn into The Crow [caw caw] and take a shit
on everything counterfeit, the Don Mega
Blade Runner, in a beige Hummer all summer
It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict
the nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 Monkeys
Up in Detroit holdin weed court, all through the South
Picked up a ounce in Shreveport
My lead give head tunnels (boom!)
to any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel
Worldwide, international jet set
My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met
Get it wet, and you can do anything
When I'm in Paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring

[Chorus]

Yeah, Ice Cube, trillionaire
I own a mansion and a yacht, haha
We do it like it should be does
Yeah, Westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh
Death Row is very greedy
Sic-Wid-It records is very greedy
Dangerous Music greedy greedy greedy
Ruthless Records greedy, Suave House, greedy
So So Def, greedy
Rap-A-Lot greedy as fuck
No Limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh
Def Jam greedy, we all know Priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha
Hey got twenties on my BM, you still fuckin with a GM
What can you tell me, nigga?

[pigs squeal]

f/ AllFrumThaI

*Phone Ringing*
Yeah Ay nigga
Whassup homey? This fool just came on the block and tried
Who? Who? smash on all the homies
Nigga what happened? Ay nigga get yo shit!
What happened dog? Get yo shit!
What? Just meet me on the block
I'm on my way *click*

I don't know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
Well nigga get yo bang on

Verse 1: Mack I hear some niggas gotta problem wit the 'Wood (Wassup?)
I see the homiez got they straps & they ready in the hood
So I'm loadin' up my weapon steppin'
callin' up the crew cause ass-whippins we ain't accepting.
And I ain't lettin' shit go
Niggas got to back up bowdown or get wet up with ammo (blaow)
Muthafuckers got to pay
run up on 'em like a thief in the night cause I don't play

Mack10: At night I can't sleep I'm tossin & turnin'
So I stray from the yak & smoke sherman
Gotta hobble to my leg & the hood's gettin bigger
I'm paranoid sleepin with my finger on the trigga
and now my bitches stressin that I'm livin wrong
Cause I'm fresh out the pen & gettin my serve on (gunshots)
It's all about murda when me & Sweepthru roll
So fuck da enemies & we dumpin when we see some SO

Chorus I don't know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
(What you want?) Just wanna get my bang on
I don't know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
It's the life of a G I got to live

Verse 2: Them rocks movin slow on the block
Nigga one time hot & we just lost a dope spot(damn)
Got me curb servin under pressure
I'm so paranoid at night I keep my glock on the dresser
Mack10: This 187 got my mind under stress
cause even clamin' Dub S (W/S) you need a bulletproof vest
You know the game nigga when ya Doggin' & Loccin'
Kill the 1st thing moving and catch the 1st thing smokin
All I wanna hear is buckshots & guts out
Niggas gaspin for they breath
that's the type o' shit I'm talkin about(fo sho)
AFT!: You niggas cruisin for a bruisin'
Hey Mack get ya ammo cock the tool that ya usin'
Mack10: Til they gone to the back dog
Cause when they come thru the 'Wood they betta know how to act dog
Connect gang punk, yell a hood out &(WESTSIDE) bust
& nigga fuck every click that ain't down with us(fuck em)
Fuck em & feed em fish niggas get dismissed
Connect Gang bang at the top of the list
Ya know with colored bandanas & clips like bananas
Homicides when we ride til the world wanna ban us(Nigga)
Chorus

Talking: Mack I don't know about you But all I wanna do is get my bang on
Sweepthru I don't know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stayin high as a kite hangin out on my block all nite
Smokin weed til I'm high as a kite
Fuckin with hoodrat bitches 100% Mack 10 on they tittie
All I wanna do is get my bang on
Inglewood on they ankles
Ha ha haa

w/ Daz

(Chorus) x2
These days, you gotta be strapped
I'm already knowin ain't nobody got my back
these days you gotta be down
who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound

I believe I got to see
we been makin music since we were kids
its all I wanna do, for life
keepin it real until the day I die
I stay funkish in my way
continue to mash and dont forget to pray
I keep my hand on my steel
because I love my life and I always will
whatever people say to me
I take it in stride I'm thinkin negro league
if you really dont know me
then you best back up, I suggest strongly
they started this DPG
until the day I D-I-E
for my L-I-F and E
no matter where I look thats all I see
and I know...

(Chorus) x2

Many niggaz play to me
I think its because they see me on BET
cuz everybody knows my name
all the police think I'm serving game
jealous niggaz call us out
but I dont worry long as I hear their mouths
if ever they decide to kill
you better be prepared cuz i know I will
I think I can guarantee
you dont wanna be standin next to me
before my final curtain call
my mistakes they really wont be long
if we bump this in the streets
or even at some party
you niggaz really can't see me
my request is that you stop trying
before I let go...

Chorus x2

Daz-
Everyday, the 45 stays I'm jackin forever
I bustin takin now bowin down never
gotta watch my back for these coppers
as well as the niggaz that I kick it with
they stick you faster than these bitches will
since I'm pimpin everybody wants my riches
and I can't keep my god for buying weed actin everytime
I smoke constantly and can't flinch me
from commitin the murders so I chill and puff the herb
who gots my back nobody
if little giant gaudy layin niggaz down at the homey's party
always be goin crazy I guess we are bein who we are
really say the nigga gotta be a star
I gots tah get mine and if I'm blastin its my destiny
if I die then it was meant to be intentionally
worry stressin no guessin your profession
when the murder take place set yourself a tech 9

Chorus x4 to fade

f/ Daz Dillinger, Young Noble

Mash for our dreams
Mash for our dreams
Mamamamamamamash for our dreams (Haha)
Mash for our dreams (Yeah)
Mamash, mash, mash, mash for our dreams (Haha)
Mash for our dreams (Yeah)
Mamamamamamamash for our dreams
Mamamash for our dreams
Mamamash for our dreams

Verse 1: [Storm]
They say I'm goin' out off my mind
Complete the potion, homicidal blindness
Gotta buck with a mission to violence
To please the silence
Hear the whispers of my fo'-five,
disturbed from struggles,
the thuggest in us, it can never bound us
Who can I trust, don't give a fuck
I'm out to get the juice and take the bucks
Hit 'em up, with the (?) why they murder us
But when the tear drops, and the few you bleedin'
so and let go
and feel
Fuck the famous, all about the game and the deal
Cause it is me (?superextraflibberous dixtoted?) when my finger hits
The shit in every move I make
Legit with every cooler break
Concentration never broke and not a single word spoken
Until I greet 'em smokin', leave 'em chokin'
That's some wide open
Dear diary,
forgive me Father I'm a don breed
Check me with Hail-Mary's
And pray that I wont crush my seed
Crush my bloody sequency,
consume me with Hennesey
Cause I'ma do this to death
Until my final breath, leave me

Chorus "1": [Daz Dillinger]
Who the fuck can stop me when I mash for our dreams
Me, Noble, Daz and Storm, mamash for our dreams
Al my gangbang niggaz better mash for our dreams
Who the fuck can stop me when I mamash for our dreams
Haha, all my niggaz in jail mash for our dreams
All my essays, y'all we mash for our dreams
Who the fuck can stop me when I mash for my dreams
Mash for your dreams, nigga mash for your dreams

Verse 2: [Storm]
Ah, Hell
Another killer see from the firm g's,
mission to be the baddest Outlaw from the baby rattle
Looking in the shadows, mind over matter
Conditions to splatter
Enemies comin' for me in battle
I raise my hand and Outlaw,
No one before has took the torch
Now motherfuckers gonna feel my wrath in war
I got some itchy finger trippin' niggers ready for war (OUTLAWZ)
We even in the score, checking out your ranks and boats
Come back and feel the force
Reckon Outlawz, like we're yours
Are you a friend or fo'
Empty your mind reveal the truth mo'
On the mash for glory, never control
forfill my prophet's final story
Get an eye for me, ride for me
Make 'em sorry and recognize who'll die for me
It ain't over till you breathin' in me
As a blblast for the dreams

Chorus "2": [Daz Dillinger]
Mamamamamamamamash for our dreams
Haha, mamash, mash, mash, mash for our dreams
Yeah
All my niggas they better mash for our dreams
Don't stop, don't quit better (mamash, mash, mash) mash for our dream
All my niggas in jail mash for our dreams (Mamamash for our dreams)
All my niggas who died mash for our dreams (Mamamash for our dreams)

Verse 3: [Young Noble]
Mash for our dreams
Peep the scene and whatever's goin' on around me
Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out with no cavi
Wont work, it's over here nigga (Over here nigga)
Make sure when you diss a motherfucker make it clear nigga
They sent me on O-U-T-LAW you
Style is straight garbage
Spittin' that nonsense
Rap packing on contact
Instantly, rhyme for rhyme
Who wanna scrimmage me
Thicker tempt then me,
you're just a saggy as a Wallabee
And obviously I'm stiff and strict with it
Bitches ride dick and say: "Got a nigga sick with it"
Stick to the real shit
Flow slower than (?)
Vicinity mixed, if he can't
It only didn't rain clear
Jock the VN for Joe Clair
Original done clock with no fear
Shout out to be the eye
put on necks yo by Idi Amin
For green, niggas shaking, it ain't never seen my whole team
Secret to war, Outlawz rush the floor
Kill the Kadafi, thug in peace
You get caught slippin', get blood in the streets (More 4x)
Even if you're packin' yours
Lost souls perform fo'-fo's
Y-O-U-N-G, N-O-B-L-E
Mash for new streets
Slugger, eat MC's like meatloaves (Ssssshhhhhttttt)
For that they wanna blast and put a fast one in ya
Knowin' I puff, then walk around with Pac' acid in me
Get just as dirty as birth,
or maybe ever worse son,
Stressed like niggas but no checks on the first
Mob dude told me it was gonna be days like this
The dude never told me how to get paid like this
I mash for my dreams

Chorus "3": [Daz Dillinger]
Who can stop me when I mash for our dreams
(Mamash, mash, mash, mash for our dreams)
All my new niggas alive better mash for our dreams
All my Outlaw niggas better mash for our dreams
(Mamamamamamamamash for our Dreams)
And all my gangbang niggas better mash for our dreams
(Mamash, mash, mash, mash for our dreams)
Haha, Who can stop us when we mash for our dreams
Death Row brought us some life, mash for our dreams
Everywhere we go we mash on, mamamash for our dreams
Who the fuck can stop me when I'll be (When I'll be)
(Mamamash for our dreams, mamamash for our dreams)
Haha, Daz Dillinger mash for our dreams
Miss Storm yo we mash for our dreams
(Mamash, mash, mash, mash for our dreams)
Young Noble yo we mash for our dreams
Mash for our dreams, Mash for our dreams

Outro: [Daz Dillinger]
Yeah, who the fuck can stop us (Mash for our dreams)
Death Row in your ass (Mash for our dreams)
And every time you see us (Mamamash for our dreams)
Give us respect

f/ Tenkamenin

Intro:

(This is Stephanie Fredric reporting live from inside the Federal
Lock-Em-Down Bureau. This just in: there has been a massive uprising in the
country's penitentiaries. This is apparently due to the systematic
imprisonment of several key figures. Now to our confidential sources on
the inside...)

Verse 1: Tenkamenin

They steady takin our money, got us appealin our cases
cos deep down in my heart I know there nothin but racist
No more pistols to pull, no more corners to turn
I learned all I can learn without being burned
Penitentiary dreams got people massing my screams
cos things didn't go the way that it seems, locate and see
Dollar bills is all my homies are seeing
I guess the devil was the god to influence and do these evil things
Incarcerated for murders that been commited
but when I meet the judges they steady askin "Who did it?"
Should I lie or be a man for my dirty action
I'm Larry Hoover, gang disciple, so they label me 'captain'
And for Suge, he ran the business the way that he could
but feds hate to see 'em livin it good, that's why we should
never trust, even though our lust done put us in the dust
That's why they're sayin "In God We Trust", we gotta bust

Hook (x2): Tenkamenin

I'm livin life inside a jail cell
I might as well be livin life inside a dirty hell
I can't tell

Verse 2: J Flex

As ominous conglomerates gain prominence
economic oppression is all they can promise us
And when one of our own gang's dethroned
Right away they clock him and watch him and tap his telephone
Yo, society ain't nuttin sweet
They don't wanna see a cat from the street get on his feet
It's all designed to enslave us
cos what did Suge Knight do, it ain't be done by Clive Davis
Catch my drift? Our culture's burnin slow like a spliff
Why do we have to riff when we should uplift
We need more real models instead of role models
We cloud up our gun smoke and ol' Gold bottles
What's the motto? But reality sucks
My motto is keep it movin til we control the bucks
and the trucks and the trains and ships and airplanes
distribution companies and record store chains

Hook (4X)

Verse 3: J Flex

Damn! I just talked to the brother
now they puttin him under the grey cover, notifyin his mother
'Another one bites the dust' but the only one's dyin is us
so I guess I can't trust
Ain't no ghetto in the world that manufactures AK's
Politicians lookin for backdoor paydays
Year after year the same phrase
How much brew we gotta pull out before we change our ways?
I wanna live to be old and senile
without winding up in the pe-nal with some CO treating me foul
See I'll systemise, we become
Give up our god, give up rights and grab a gun
'It ain't no fun' when you take two in the chest
You mighta when out like a G but I ain't impressed
I'm just stressed (why?) cos it's bigger than that
The real G's is the Government supplying the gats and that's fact

Hook (7X)

Outro:

I'm livin inside a (I'm livin inside, inside)
a jail cell, (mine and yours)
I'm blowin up inside a jail cell (Thug til we die)
I'm hopin God show me well (bustin back with no reply)
I'm livin life inside a jail cell (Free Suge Knight, y'all)
(Suge Knight) Hopin God show me well
[Free Larry Hoover (Larry Hoover)]
Free my cousin Keith y'all, *?Hawawrka?*
free free free 'em all (inside my jail cell)
My boy Greedy Box (Put some money in my books)
Put some money on MY books
Show me love (love), One love nigga, one love
Newport (smoke), no feelings baby, (smoke free)
Inside a jail cell (jail cell dreams) must dream
I'm livin life inside my jail cell
(Huh huh, jail cell, jail cell dream)
I'm livin life inside my jail cell
(Inside my jail cell)

I'm livin life inside my jail cell
Might as well be livin life inside a dirty hell
I can't tell
*repeat 3X*

f/ Outlawz

[Tupac]
Staring at the world through my rearview
Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean?
Starin...

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society, first they try
to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies
flee when they see me, believe me
Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)
[repeat 2X]

(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)
Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers
[repeat 2X]

[E.D.I.]
Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz
be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?
Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Stay down like the, truest
Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to
While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview
Half you, is down with them Outlawz
Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws
But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through
Starin at the world through my rearview

[Tupac]
Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter
cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run look at my bitches

Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true
Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say)
[repeat 2X]

(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly --
and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die
[repeat 2X]

[Khadafi]
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned
in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough
So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview

[Tupac]
Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin
The world, the world is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game
and what the levels and the rules of the game is
Then the world ain't no trick no more
The world is a game to be played
So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us
Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it
It's all about the papers, money rule the world
Bitches make the world go round
Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't

Starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be
[repeat 4X with vocal fade]

Cal, Cal, Cal (x4)

Verse 1:

It's all about that cash money that I'm makin (that's right)
And crooked Ass cop tryin to shake in take it
They can never understand how a woman could be a hustlas
Without gettin laid, I make my money game
I don't promote a violent attitude, but my mind snaps
To cause psychological flashbacks, so listen up ya'll
This shit can get a bit explicit, come closer so you don't miss it
As A girl was taught to respect those who respect me
But now that I've grown up, that seems have changed
Nobody ? the cops really gives a fuck about cha
Life is go on fine with or with out cha, that's why you need to learn
The tricks of the trade keep ya' glock cocked so you can get paid
And catch a po-po slippin
while he tryin to jack a nigga for his riches, yea

Chorus:

True devotion
That's what it is
To the hustlas and the playas
Yea that's right
Got a notion
I got a notion
To smoke the playa haters

Verse 2:

They try to murda, murda
Or get the young nigga for his churta
Better respect it, cause' if you won't
That's when they hit cha wit' a bomb rush
Shake down beat down coutin yo ends as they roll through town
I'm goinn to flip'em, if I catch a sucka strippin
Extra clip on my hip I don't slip
We can go toe to toe so that cha know
Like Roy Jones it'll be another KO
1st knock out drag out like heavyweight champion ?
I surrounded be demons that wanna try me it seems like time
Is steadily passin by me, in a rubble of greed I'm steady striven
I just keep on keep on survivin (yea)

Repeat chorus

Verse 3

Well if you ask me no question I can tell you no lies
Nothin comes easy in life it's all about Paradise
I'm not the whose to blame for the fame I can't be tamed
I'm not takin no shorts I kick ass and take names
They wanna hold me back, but I'm goinn make my stack
I'm livin phat and you can best believe that
It's gettin hectic but check it I'm not a busta
I gotta show my devotion to all the hustlas (yea)

Chorus repeats and fades

texttext

The name of this motherfucker is called Questions
Rough Draft (ha ha, tell em)
QDIII did the beat (all day all night)
Whassup to everybody out there in L.A.

What you really doin hoe?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why so many questions?
What am I doing?
I talk to myself... when there's no-one to talk to

I wanna ask me a question:
When am I gonna make it up out of a hellish and devilish way?
When are you gonna make mill-ions with the dividends;
when are you gonna make ends generate bread?
Who in the hell, left the gate open? Do you wanna sell?
Is everybody on wavelength like us?
Why do I rip it in half, doobie kick ass with backwards
attach isssh like ?hap ut eallavik?
Can you wait a minute? Can you slow it up a little bit
Nina so I can get up in it?
But did you really wanna dabble in fanatical supernatural
lyrically radical milli minutes, I'm about to begin it
Can I get some, can I spit some, which one?
When am I gonna get off this trip?
Can I take another peel, why do I feel
like I'm a sick individual in the room, poppin off at the lip?
Do you, feel me? Do you do voodoo really?
Did you get it? Did you want a real epidemic?
Will you let me run up in it?
What's the word; is it absurd? What is that isssh you heard?
Was it real, is it real, was it really real?
Tech9ne in it to win it besides QDThird occurred
Who's the worst, who's rastafari?
You never livin never sure it's Selassie I the First
brother on the planet Earth, who? Do you wanna flow;
what you wanna do?
How can I be in the zone like this, gone like this?
How can I break the obsession?
In the middle of it all, when I snap back, step back
and ask myself; what, why do you ask so many questions?

Chorus: repeat 2X (chorus is best guess)

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Do I wanna stick em with another hit up after this?
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
I'm at the pinnacle when I'm up in em I'ma kill em in this

Do you understand.. whatcha gonna do when Nina hit you
with the critical homidical lyrical killer flippin
leavin you with boo-boo underpants?
How does it feel? Do you wanna come up and chill - with an assassin?
Can you feel it inside, what?
The feeling of a commotion of two titans clashing
Why me, who are you, what I am supposed to do - what a nigga here fo'?
Who do you fear mo'? Is it the Nine, with a brand new joint?
Like to hear it, here go
What are you lookin at, when am I gonna get a dose of thorazine?
Can you give me a little something to ease the pain?
Ease the mayn, who's the mayn?
Tech-a-Nina with the Road Dawgs and the Midwest Side Crew's to blame
Can I get a little back with attack issh?
What do you accomplish, ever can't you diss, diss
pitless bottom of a, in you toss thou nigga ass, Babe mish
Hate a playa percenter a-hundred that is
Side West, Mid, down ever who off, what?
Hack it, did you know Tech9ne hot like a dragon?
Did you feel it baby? Can you give me a double dose
of whatever the feeling I'm gettin is really pain
Kobain, for anybody want a piece of this, sickness
Is it a cinch to get with hot?
Who, when, where what why?
I'm at the pinnacle with a killer eye, do I wanna
die no I just wanna dose of the most inner syringe
up in my thigh, bonzai!!

Chorus 2X

Now do you know what the real is?
Does everybody think I'm twisted? Non-realistic
or do you think that I'm gifted, I'ma live freer
Can you help me? Am I lookin at you
can I be peepin you from afar, please, remain calm
Could you be the reason I'm a bomb
straight out of Vietnam, ready to explode on Sa-tan?
Tell me what the problem is, I'ma write what the bottom is
Do you know what a empty column is?
Am I your worst nightmare? I feel sick right there
Should I blow it out, can I do without, do I need help?
Am I living within a pen of demons?
I'm stressing, can I get a blessing (from who?)
The one who cursed me with all these Questions

Some say I'm psychotic
but if I have to label it, it would be -- confusion
It's like I gotta write shit like this
to keep my head from exploding, yaknowhatI'msayin?
So many questions

Chorus 2X

f/ Snoop Doggy Dogg, Kurupt

Intro: Daz & (Tray Deee) talking

Let's get paid Tray Deee
(Shit what else we gon' do?)
Hit this shit!
(Fuck it, we're gonna go thru wit it)
That's what I'm sayin!
(We're layin everybody in this motherfucker, Daz
That's when we gonna go after the cheese, ya ready?)
EVERYBODY LAY THE FUCK DOWN!!!!

Verse 1: Daz Dillinger

A nigga mash in the bank for loot
The robbery's commited and I'm prepared to shoot
blast em with the cops on pursuit
It's all about cheese, I got the nibblin like rats
Hop over da corner get them fillin up my sack
Pistol whip a couple and let them know I mean bidness
Niggas been tryin ta get in for years, I mean killin
to master a ride out, get ghost to hide out
Count my green, enforce my team
It ain't a small-time dream no mo'
What make the world go round? It's money, cars, bitches and dough

Chorus: Daz

See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
We The Gang, we mash to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane

Verse 2: Tray Deee

Covered in armour, five seconds till we smuggle the spot
First motherfucker reachin for the button get shot
Got the M-1-6 plus the clips to work
Six minutes to be in and get the chips and skirt
Scoot loot, one shot they holler and drop
Pop the duffle and shovel in dollars in knots
Got the whole room hostage, straight no nonsense
The object is stompin accomplished profits
And never had no mercy for the victim
Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to make me richer

Chorus: Tray Deee

See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
We The Gang!

Verse 3: Daz

G's forgetten that A is for Anybody killin in it
for them niggas, the G's we be gettin
Watch out when the 9 spit, blast irrapidly
Too late the cops at the bank and they got to me
Empty the bread out the safe, make I escape
Make a dumb move for the moves you make
KABOOM, let the drama unfold, blast, reload
$70 million out the back door, y'know
me and Tray Deee hits deep, hear the *?'plaud?* and the scherm is blood
Let's hit the store, start robbin for more
Checkin niggas, wreckin niggas right at they front door
Bangin niggas, gankin niggas for what that ain't yours
Hood operator and none too greater
with the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta haters
Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more zone
Finally puttin meat on my bones (At ease)

Chorus: Daz

See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane (Got us all insane)
We The Gang, we mash to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane

Verse 4: Snoop Doggy Dogg, Kurupt

See we're ridin, we're stealin, we're killin, we're dealin
and stickin up you bitch ass niggas
I say we ride Eastside, slide forever in a day
The DPG way!
Look here takin your shit is like taking your bitches
Quick as I spin this is as quick as she get
Nigga I'm a ridah and that's on this
We ain't gon' dip until we get them chips
We splits the shit up, what I folds
Got a army full of doggs and soldiers full of loccs
Two hundred spokes witta pocket full of notes
Banktellers *?shout?* wit my hand around the throat
Reach for my Colt but on another note
I gotta shake the spot, they just called the cops, hmm
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I point my pistols at the pig, DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!!!

All the homeys saggin, unload the Magnum
E'rybody dashin, dippin wit the cash-in
The homeboys blastin, cop cars crashin
Got all smashin hearts of assassins
Hold up there's the cut (what?), duck
Cock back, soon as you look up, nigga dump
See the stick-up, my mind on a trip on tweak
and I'm dyin wit the homeys before they catch me
We're blastin!

Chorus x2

[2Pac]
No man seperate what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures
Death Row at it's finest!
M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz
We comin after these niggaz, worldwide
Feel me! Makaveli the Don

My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin from a lack of gettin love
Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block sewn up, cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?
World do ya hear me? Catch a risin star
Fuck the love, niggaz fear me
Got these niggaz runnin all wild from my double-I
When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die
Boom once I enter the room, in the air
all you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared
They don't wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone
Call a gravedigga, fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin sprayed quicker..
Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer
Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga

(Can you feel me?)
A motherfuckin made nigga..
I got a plot to get richer, take my picture
A made nigga

[Napolean]
Nigga I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat
My role model was killin niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them
Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz
Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us
The President told us to leave, cause the government don't want us
It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin
and seein blood spill ain't shit cause I seen it at the beginnin
A made nigga

[Fatal Hussein]
How many niggaz fall in ya vision?
Gunnin 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison
We mash together, plus we get cash together
Blast whenever knowin it don't last forever
It's only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups like (?)Rachmel Raouf(?)
I can't be touched cause of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz that I'm under, is just too much
We made niggaz

[E.D.I.]
Picture the scenery cause for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen
I began the paper, stackin at those
who be paper snatchin, will emerge like crack in the 80's
Baby, maybe, that's if I slip
But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin
Born July, 7th a few shed eyes
Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish
But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game
Made for war, my aim is simple and plain
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain
You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin

[Kastro]
I ain't count the line, my strap, not head,
there will be none of that
The young hog, K-Dog playin Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga
Til he still and chill, recognize the real dea
lFeel - a nigga made when I was young and dumb
with a gun but it pays so I'm bustin for fun
And the outcome will be the same every time
We all gon' die, get yours cause I'ma get mine

[Khadafi]
Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the core
The results of livin poor, got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid, a fuckin crazed devil
Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year
Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin tear, I'm a made nigga

[2Pac]
Ha ha ha.. call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive several centuries
Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage
Surround the court buildin with the gauge and spray
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced
On my knees to God, beggin for repentence
I'm convinced, that I'm a thug
They got me fiendin for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order
Makaveli the Don, til I'm gone, I maintain
my army of lunatics that stay armed
Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin made nigga

[2Pac]
Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, feel me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the C.R.E.A.M.
I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream
Come and see, to see a made nigga
The Outlawz.. Makaveli The Don
Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi..
Mussolini, M.O.B. I send this out to my niggaz on the streets
The motherfuckin made Niggaz
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz
You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young Gotti..(Hahaha, Westside made niggaz BEOTCH!!)

[Cop speaks over Tupac's part above]
Uhh.. sarge.. uhh..
We've got uhh Tupac Shakur..
Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein..
Uhh Kastro, Khadafi
We got a bunch of niggaz here
They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money
They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?
Uhh I repeat let 'em go
I repeat, let 'em go
They're made niggaz.. let 'em go
But-but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed
I said let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry
I'm sorry about the-the mix up you guys can go

Chorus One/Intro:

It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot
Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute

Bitches bitches... niggaz niggaz...
I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes
life so great, plus haste makes waste
And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles
Catch me rollin all the fuck around with the top down
Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash)
Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em
in The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams
There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes
I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow)
Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first
The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump
The one to dump last is the first to get slumped
The mental temptation, mental assassination
My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation
I'm deathdefying bitches lying sayin, 'I ain't cute'
Now she wants an autograph, bitch, I ain't Snoop
I got everything you need from the weed to the dope coke
Crack to amphetamines to speed
I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine
to leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen

Chorus Two:

These motherfuckin bitches, they ain't shit to me
Every bitch that I know she wanna get with me
Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency
So drift with me, hit a spliff with me

(repeat)

Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope coke to crack
Young Gotti entered the party from the back
Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve
on the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday
Nigga try me, I light the indica and thai weed
Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be
Verbal homicide be ready to rupture
Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure
I make money, cause that's all I know how to make
That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes
I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what)
Midnight complexion glocks to shake spots
They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already assume
I live illegal, but they assumed too soon
I got a treat for every bitch on the street, I roll with beat
I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat
It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded
Instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh
There's not a nigga who can hold me, contain me
or tame me (with who?) with my fuckin nigga Mo Khomani
I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist
with tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards

Chorus One: 2X
Chorus Two: 2X

These motherfuckin bitches...
These motherfuckin niggaz... fool...
Don't you know... say what, say what?
Who? Who?

Chorus One: 2X

Daz, in the house, yeah
My nigga Kurupt, is in the house, yeah
Snoop Dogg, is in the house
And Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherfuckin house
And Death Row, is in the house...

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Yeah, call up my gangbangin ass homeboys
Tray Dee, CJ Mac, and WC
What's happenin nigga?

[Tray Deee]
One time...
On this, Long Beach historic collaboration
Dub-C, Tray Deee, Daz, and CJ Mac
Real riders... real riders, do real things
Real riders, do real things
Ha ha, yeah, thought you knew

She sells, sea shells, by the seashore
It's time to she s-h-ome mo', skanless
See me in the Benny posted up sippin Remi
All you side is riders round me every time you bust you see me
Barrio, Rolando, five plus one
Numero, never dos, saggin five-oh-ones
Gangbanger fuck that (westside!) take the cash flo'
Peace treaty what? Save the drag low
My enemies be slidin through here, fuckin with these bitches
that I be callin my little sisters
Get your dick sucked, cost that ass half a bird
Fuckin with them hista-bitches get that ass served
Tie them up, holla me up, do this all the time
Don't say shit, or watch that ass catch a nine (pow...)
Real riders do shit that real riders do
Long Beach and South Cen-tral, for real crimin fool

Chorus: repeat 2X

[WC] Ollie ollie all on G!
[Daz] Get a pistol whippin if that ass start trippin (Oooh-ooh!)
[WC] Ollie ollie all on G!
[Daz] Survival of the fittest and it's up to us to get it

[CJ Mac]
It ain't no pity in my city told you once befo'
Think you're pretty come here kitty get your lumps for sho'
Get your guns ready jump if you Gump steady bump
Cause ain't none here be punks what we hump Chevy trucks
Penny chumps get they bluff called, swift
Pig bow down to dust all quick
Every bitch get her kicks off the deez and switch
Ain't no guessin who the next you spend the evenin with
This the life niggaz like, killin fights and violence
Breakin in the days from fillin nights with sirens
Smilin only when I hear the enemy passed on
and blast on the last known nigga to act wrong
Been sane insane since named surface
Doin what it take, motherfuck if it's worth it
The turf come first (westside!) all the rest is secondary
Most other niggaz killers only if it's necessary
Daz know they ass can't fade it (straight up)
Long Beach to SC, stayin Gang Related

Chorus

[WC]
Kill-a-forn-ia, home of the color bandanas
Where niggaz are known for set trippin givin they bang on four-eleven
AK-47, Chuck Taylors and K-Cutters
Gettin on my sag on, blast on, as I mash on you busters
Rollin in my Coupe Do' with the dura-clip
Full of niggaz with jheri curls, perms, and a toothpicks
Fuck a rap record, I run with niggaz with jail records
Tats on they necks, blue brownies and hairnets
Two-strike victims, niggaz with full counts
No smiles, quick to knock your bitch-ass out
Caught in these Westside activities, drivebys and casualties
Lord please forgive me for this gangbang mentality
But I was raised by a crew of straight killer's niggaz
Pulin triggers on trenches and knick kickers
No studio gangsters just niggaz affiliated
Dub-C, Tray Deee, and C Mac, gang related

Chorus 2X

Intro: (*interpolation from "Pulp Fiction")

The path of the righteous man is besect on all sides by the inequities of
the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed, who in the name of the
charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak thru the Valley of Darkness, for
he is truly His brother's keeper. And I will strike down upon thee with
great vengeance and FURIOUS anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy
my brother. And you will know my name is the lord when I strike my
vengeance upon thee

[Makaveli] Let us pray my nigga, for we definitely have sinned

Chorus:

Keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga
If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga
Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga
If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga

Verse 1:

It's time for you to feel the real born ridahs
Lowdown, Bustop and Flipside shotters
Down for Johnny Clown cos they ass out-of-bounds
Hit em up and lay em down
Cos the shit y'all be doin, we done already done
The war y'all tryin ta win, we done already won
We ain't on the same place or the same foot
>From jackin to rappin, it's Steve Mack and the crooks
>From the eastside of Wotts, West Coast of the border
where the real gangbangers do them drive-by slaughters
Off the lick and weed, cocaine mixed with speed
Quick to pull a trigger, break ya down to your knees
Motherfuckers kill for anything where I come from
Sayin "Fuck tha police!" on them one-on-one's
For me, I'm not a follower, I'm a leader
I got this tailor-made, Paul bait Peter

Chorus: (x2)

Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga
If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga
Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga
If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga

Verse 2:

This ain't the life I chose, to be a hoss
Stressed out, and stranded on Death Row
But sooner or later, I knew it fall in our face
and we don't give a fuck about you niggas cos y'all hate us
You're haters, like the Gators, we ain't busti nour heads
Puttin it down on this grass, yellin "Fuck the Feds!"
Cos they don't wanna see us, they were nada (What you doin Flip?)
Flipside checkin the hood, and our black girl's are hotter
My grammar, is slender, rehearsed it, like Santa's
smokin Havana's, like Tony Montana
In 1998, the world is ours
As ghetto stars, *?every matches and raches is cars?*
An eye for an eye, fuck with me and you will die
It's '97, say hi to my one eye
Brace AK when you see the D-K-K
or the T-T-P, we're off the way ????

Chorus (x2)

Verse 3:

Under this black trenchcoat, I keep a fully for you bullies
I'm comin for you first before you niggas try to do me
Too many niggas died, loaded not, focussed high
Reachin for a piece of that pie in the sky
>From the best to the worst, don't get caught up in drama
The Grim Reaper revives and leave a message with your momma
Revenge is set, I'm double back into the killers
You know who they was, when hesitate to pull the trigger
Your whole part is fraud, they tied you up with your kids
Flashbacks on life and all the shit that'cha did
Take nothin for granted, you're on this planet to win
What goes around, comes around again and again
Cos nowadays, you gots ta keep ya eyes open
I bet this thang show you motherfuckers I ain't jokin
Are niggas down for beef? For when it's time for war
I'll be kickin down your motherfuckin front door

Chorus (x4)

6 Feet f/ Storm---Lady

West Coast to the East Coast to the North and to the South (4X)

Verse 1: 6 Feet

I can see by the look in your eyes
you were caught by surprise, when you finally saw me
See the men on TV, are not the size of me
Little tiny things, get rid of things
Saying that you want me to reign
Who would take you by the hand and teach you all that he can?
(That's right) So let's stop talkin bad shhhh
Let's get it on, lady, wooooo

Chorus:

West Coast ladies come play with me
Will the East Coast ladies come ride with me
Will the Southern girls come lay with me
Stop teasin me, run deep with me
West Coast ladies come play with me
Will the East Coast ladies come ride with me
Will the Northern girls come lay with me
Stop teasin me, run deep with me

Verse 2: 6 Feet

Ladies! I'm lookin for a partner (someone)
So we can chill and have some fun
Feel my love swell, I tell ya, girl
I put ya body in a spell, oh yeahehyeah
You know you can't deny my love
Comin straight from above, like the one you can love
So let's stop the talkin, baby (Come on)
and let's get it on, lady, OHHHH!

Chorus

Bridge: 6 Feet

You bring the joy to my heart, every night and day
I can't hold back, my feelings, no longer, baby
No time to play with your heart, no time to fool ya, baby
Yes, I must admit, girl, my love's too big

Verse 3: Storm

Then you can ride with me, side-to-side
Up and down, give this thug a try
You and I in the moonlight, kill the lights
Get'cha all night, I ain't shy, keep ya satisfied
Make you scream like a night dream when it's right
Make you cream, run up in you, numb your mind
Keep you high like 6 Feet, there and me
with a 9 and a big wig on his knees
That's the way a thug keeps school, to clean you
like a nigga wit his tight top and baggy jeans
Your late-night fantasies, ????? help, boy, couldn't be
No deep, and feel the way your body moves and grooves
That lace play wit *?moans and canoes?*
Cut your back cos you're all that
Thug Baby with a arm full of girl tatts, now push that

Chorus

Can you feel it, baby?
I wanna make love, ladies
*repeat*

Chorus

Uh ha, what? Young Soldierz in this motherfucker
And Wiz, is it bout time? Yeah, alright
It's on, nineteen ninety fuck

Chorus:

Now everybody wanna pack a Glock
when all the time niggas know, that'cha skins get locked
It takes a nigga like me, cos I can see thru the fake
You niggas make it sound good, but you niggas is cupcakes

Ass out if you're the last (nigga)
to feel the wrath when I blast (nigga)
Figure I can make a motions for murder
Mass destruction, discussions unheard of
Fuck the script, I feel the pow's in and out of town
And now it's on-a, just from city, to 300
See it's a shame on how these lames keepin up the game
Fuckin up the game for the next real nigga
Until my Gz do it, time to stay cell block
Stay strong while Gz get your ride on
I been there and done that, no tellin
if I ever come back but if I do, I ain't scared of it
See some niggas call drug busts, non-plussed
Swear to God, only momma had it sewed up
So fuck the company cos ya best ta keep on walkin
while you can, 'fore my Doggs start barkin, man
Hangin out late night, off the shee-ba
All's we heard is they got what they de-served
See up in trojans, spit the game a little more than that
Then I be fuckin off the game before the next nigga
Never test what you can't keep
Cos if I need it, I'ma get it, if I want it, I'ma take it
I'm undisputed, undefeated, might've even cheated
I'm highly weeded, so much you get'cha ass heated
I know it might sound like a nigga sayin somethin
But me and my niggas ain't give nothin, yeah
For one magical wavin his Tek
I can make the whole motherfucker party and jet
Young stretch him in the house, waitin for you to trip
So I can pop in this clip and make your bitch ass strip
Glock parties, block parties, niggas best on burning
Cos once we get up on it, catch you in a Kodak moment
Nigga (we turn niggas butts to ash), straight up
(No masses, it clips to last)
Eastside Wotts niggas ain't wit all that dissin and shit
Hit em with the slang, knock his brain from his frame, baby

Chorus

Niggas, buck their domes so they wanna act wild
The def town makin home course from X-Files
Schitzophreniac, you think you're maniac
But ol' laniacs, y'all just some fraidy cats
for sayin that, come to the 'Wood, get that ass light
Come play hockey wit these Kings and get that ass iced
Competition was down core, ra-cum-ba-ba
Who been the lesser learned to arrived, bum-pa
This will was meant to role, never heard of control
Even my bitch will snatch your soul out'cha *?fuck pool?*
????? fast niggas, straight cupcakes
Before they hit me up, they wave till they be my face
These niggas got me smokin, these wiggas got me hot
Talkin bout who they shot and how they carry Glocks
Like I said, some know me from that bang in the West
Enemies know me from pullin straps, bustin caps in they necks
I'm from Inglewood, where your life's considered a joke
Nigga, the bottom's off Crenshaw and 104th
Now it's time to separate these prankster gangstas
Young Gz and Wallabies, Young Soldierz to breeze

Chorus (x2)

Niggas runnin mouth like it's the thang to do
They saw how we put it down, now they bangin too
They wanna do what the gangstas do, check that
and imitate while the Soldierz' true
Break out of this, reality is the city I dwell
Kill em ????? a pump iron, make him relate to his hell, nigga, uhh
I feel like in order to kick, gangsta shit, niggas need a licence, nigga
what?
I feel like in order to kick, gangsta shit, niggas need a licence
All of a sudden, now you're hard, nigga
Like the day you were born, you're still a bitch nigga
And I know that it's not, but I makes it my job
without the green, I bets to bring the ????? to your squad
I hope you understand that we take, niggas for jokes
And how we do mark-ass niggas? Slap your ass in the throat
Tag teamin, toe-taggin niggas, ol' baggin niggas
Doin a batch of niggas wit machines that double teams
Jumpin niggas like pogos
Droppin niggas quick like asses on low-low's
No more room for the niggas who ain't troopers
The West and Eastside are the original beatsiders, provide us
a motherfuckin mic and a hoe
And we can crack em both for show, fuck toe for toe
Foe for foe, young nigga don't make me
Sure your Glocks ain't got no safety
Makin principalities about my casualties
'Rip or Blood nigga, it really don't matter me
Jose, you might just lose your life
Put down them drawers, hang a bitch by his balls
Y-Gz

Chorus to fade

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Outlawz f/ Daz Dillinger---What's Ya Fantasy

Chorus: Daz *singing*
What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy
What's ya fantasy.. gettin freaky in the night
(repeat 2X)

Say girl.. what's ya fantasy
Do you wanna get with me?
Show me how it's 'sposed to be
Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy
You wanna bust a nut, what about me
Baby what's ya fantasy?
Baby what's ya fantasy?

[Daz] *rapping*
You want your ass and your pussy chewed out
But baby that ain't what I'm about
Let me stick all this in your mouth
Now won't you get freaky, and won't you turn it out
and have visions of the dick and balls getting swallowed (like that)
Let you swim in, the sperm and no ?
Throw that pussy into a bottle
and let it float to shore, gimme gimme some more

[Storm]
Creamy sweetness while I'm dreamin, got me stuck
between a night of romance and freaky fuckin to harmonic screamin
Picture perfect on the ceiling, that's only right
Caught you lookin at that action, behind the smile
Settle down, oh you wild child
Hit it, insane spot, like ? glocks
Hit it, stop, hit it hit it, stop, hit it, ahh
That's when you switch to automatic like you really want it
Cause I been waitin to participate and engage in
multiple comin phases, takin you to Storm-y stages
So what you say nigga, come and play with me
Have you fallin, on your knees, like I'm your savior
Now praise power to the pussies that be runnin the game
And if you can't swing that shit, then you grounded main
You need to understand, I need a Thug in my gameplan
A freaky ass nigga with a big thang

Chorus 1/2
[Daz] Tell em Noble!

[Young Noble]
Hey freaky bitch I love my nuts licked all night
Uh-huh, you know that ain't right
You want a young nigga like, me, to add on to the ?BLE?
Knock the tent from 11 to 3
We puff a L afterwards, afterwards no words
spoken strokin til the pussy stayed open
Tiffany, claim she missin me, on a late night
Talkin to her friends, sayin dig it that pussy ain't right
Freaks they love to ride it like a mini-bike
on any given night, makin sure she lick it right
Up and down, side to side, all around
in and out, keep some extra bitches in the house
My Thug Passion keeps the Thug Luv everlastin
Double plastic for them double fat asses
What's ya fantasy?

[Daz] What's ya fantasy? What's ya fantasy? What's ya..

Chorus

[Daz] Said ooh, you got the bomb
[Storm] I got the bomb
[Daz] Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy

[Daz]
Ooh, you got the bomb
She got some bomb ass pussy
Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy

She said if you want this pussy you can have this pussy
If you really want this pussy you can have it -- say it again
If you want this pussy you can have this pussy
If you really want this pussy you can have it

It was a Coupe thing, Coupe thing
Got her thang tonight, it was a Coupe thing
I was in the mood to hurt somethin thick
Thick legs, thick thighs, and real thick hip
It was 2:13 I was in the mix
Singing 'Baby girl, you in the mood for this'
She said 'Hell yea, I'm in the mood for this'
So I whipped it out and let her have this dick, beyotch!

[Napoleon]
Follow me, and you'll watch me grow
Even though we all know I don't love them hoes
Know you're horny, we can gets to fuckin
all a young nigga want is ?

[Young Noble]
To me to be Young in the A-G-E where I gotta
lot of problems that a bitch can't see and I gotta
brand new key to the telly make it slippery
like jelly through some shit, the devil wouldn't tell me
Bend over, find your ankles swallow my nuts while I spank those
That's what you get, pull your ears, ?
Non-stop, I break you out like a weapon
Now drop, get on your knees come and grab it beyotch!
Put this Hennesey bottle in your cock
Let your girl hit the top, I love to watch
What's ya fantasy?

[Daz] What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya..

[Daz] *singing*
Say girl.. what's ya fantasy
Do you wanna get with me?
Show me how it's 'sposed to be
Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy
You wanna bust a nut, what about me
Bitch what's ya fantasy?
Bitch what's ya fantasy?

Chorus

[Daz]
Let me tell you my fantasy
You want a nigga to beat that pussy up
You know you like that girl
Stop faking like you don't like that
Uhh, that's the way I want you to eat this dick
Up and down, side to side
Lollipop, three wheel motion baby
Let's get on the edge of the bed
and let me show you how I hit the switch
on that pussy!
Up and down on that pussy!
That's what I'm talkin about, that's what I'm talkin about
Work that pussy
Just work that pussy like you ain't never worked that pussy
That pussy is mine, all mine all mine
All mine all mine all mine all MINE!
All mine all mine all mine
*keep repeating 'all mine' to end*

Pussy, turn it out some good pussy
Good pussy

(Here we are in this day and age still loyal to the state of confusion. Why
is it only tragedy when harmony unites the people of this nation. We must
learn to break this cycle of hate and disrespect among our brothers and
sisters and we must stop asking the question: why? Start spreading the
message of one love)

Verse 1: J.Flexx

My heroes catchin 3 or 4 thru they corridor
They blast on em, hit the gas on em, last call
A bullet make a life shatter like a glass jaw
Look like the devil gettin just what he axe for when the gas draw
They wanna blame it on the gangs but it's a bigger picture
cos why we're steady dyin somebody gettin richer
Listen to what I'm spittin, who you think benefittin
while all these heads splittin they money-gettin
See the gangbangin ain't all about the red and blue
cos some many's corporations is gangstas too
They rub you out in a minute gettin greedier and greedier
Buyin out major labels and pimpin the media
Orchestratin beef between the west and east
Kill a superstar, blow up his next release
We got to put them straps down cos if you let them stay dead
Every death in black America is gang related
Yeah

Chorus:

A change is gonna come to our lives (A change to come)
I'm not sayin it's wrong (A change to come)
We've reached a point and we have to decide (A change to come)
if we should go on (A change to come)

Verse 2: Tenkamenin

I'm fallin from the heavens screamin out "Lord please!
Let me go so I can check up on my younger seeds"
To show em right so they won't reach these penetentiaries
cos over the years that's what them folks want us to turn out to be, and
just release you
When I was young I wanted to be a thug
hang on the corner, smoke my weed and try to sell my drugs and show no love
In '97, all this had to change
So many murdered behind unnecessarily petty games, it's all a shame
Doin crimes as a past time
Tryin my best to stay alive is all that's on my mind
I hit my knees and drop my head between and ask the Lord
"Please let me make it thru this struggle" even though it's hard
Jealousy got us hatin it, wantin to kill each other though
What ever happened to the sayin that we are all bro's
Keep it up and best believe you, I will finally see it's gang related
So we best to let the killin cease, now rest in peace

Chorus

Verse 3: J.Flexx

Tell me how many Haiti bottles I gotta empty
before I wise up and stop lettin the devil tempt me
Usin materialism to jealousy to pimp me
Live by the gun, die by the gun, to put it simply it's gettin shady
They got me mad like rabies, headed for Haiti's
Sellin they soul for a Mercedes and fly ladies
All this dirt being done ain't gang related
We got to take our former glory y'all, reinstate it

(People are in trouble in America. As a matter of fact, people are in
trouble throughout the Earth. We have returned into a force of death and
destruction on ourselves. We were never meant to be trapped in this
darkness, but there's always light in the midst of the darkness if you know
where to find it. Nothin is impossible. If you know who you were you
wouldn't wanna be anything but who you are. We have one change but one
cause and that's to frown one love)

Chorus to fade

Da da da dadaa, da da da dadadaa
Da da da dadaa, da da da dadadaa

Ain't shit poppin but fuckin, suckin and freakin
this weekend, if you ain't wit it don't bother speakin
Niggas still fallin in even though he's fool dog
Wouldn't get these hoes up off me if I could y'all
And we gon' pass the pussy, ain't no hogs man
Tommy passes to Butch, Butch passes to Dogg, man
Sippin tall cans, nigga that we all can
Fall up in these hoochies, coochies or love wrinkles
Now baby what's your name so we can start the game ho
Of course I wanna freak, what you think I start the game for?
I put my cards on the table, you know
somebody gettin fucked (Oh really!?!), for sure
You smoke that small-class indo, do that dance and drink
I'm plottin plans, schemes and scandal on how to get that stank
(You just want me for my body!) You goddamn right
You like my tattoos, I got you, it's on tonight

Chorus:

Now understand it's my masterplan is to keep you bumpin
Keep it pumpin cos y'all motherfuckers gon' freak somethin'
(Da da da dadaa, da da da dadadaa)
*repeat*

Ain't no denyin you know that I be eyein your body
Now who can get freaky as Zuzzy (nobody!)
Awright then, y'all player partner comin like a whirlwind
Niggas get upset, I'm fuckin e'rybody girlfriend
Hoes say I love em, fuckin up my good name
But if she think I love her, fuck it I sure some good game
Love when I see your number in my pager
Time for some complex sex, the way ya
lick on my dick is the shit, I want it
Juicy all up in your mix, I'm on it
Bring the homies in, now the show begins, we about to clown
Tell them hoes "Take off them clothes", we about to freak em down, bitch
gon' *?moun?*
See their hide-'n'-holy now she all up on me
like she my homey but I'm knowin that she don't know me
Shit, I'm doin freak tests and baby this your freak lesson
Y'all done turned this goddamn party 'to a freak session

Chorus (x2)

Down to the nitty-gritty, what you wanna do now?
Ask your girlfriend, shit, juicy got that boo-yow
Down wit these Death Row niggas, check your figures
Long as I make these hits my cheque gets bigger
Hoes wanna act upset and get mad, see
knowin deep down in they heart they can't have me
But they glad see when I show em little ends and not to mention
starters get contract extensions
Be clearly when you hear me, girl what you say? Aaah...
I don't think you're ready for this Little Rock player
I puts it down for the Southside, make hits on the Westside
God bless them Little Rock streets where the best ride
Real players love it, real player haters hate it
Represent til I die, 85-0-6 relate it
Where my player partners keep it real, keep it tight
keep it pumpin, keep it jumpin, keep it poppin, keep it hype

Chorus to fade

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[Tupac]
Cause I hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin one-time! (Lost Soul)
How it start, how it start

Started off with, runnin from copses duck and hide from helicopters
We open fire, who can stop us
Livin the life of trife juveniles, hopin for righteous
Gettin twenty-five to life, if the judge don't like us
In my clearest pictures, I see authorities itchin to get us
ATF state feds scandalous bitches
I wasn't promised to it, wasn't bitter or sweet
See if a, nigga don't hustle then the nigga don't eat
Only streets livin do or die circle complete
Repetitive motions and felons in the rush for cheese
Please understand my history a man of many acts
Livin Thug Life, comin equipped, with many gats
Maybe I was just a Lost Soul, trapped in time
Livin in between life, and the cracks were blind
Even though we had hope for dreams that never came
Yet and still we all feel pain

Just wait until rain turn to sunshine
Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin one-time! Stranded in the County in the worst way
Hell of a way to spend my twenty-first birthday
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
It's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love
Lost Souls...

Lost Souls nigga, for my homeboys that passed on
Words from the mind of a Lost Soul

Just wait until rain turn to sunshine
Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin one-time!

[Young Noble]
My brother Sean, first on my list, he stuck with
a three-five when he get out would I be dead or alive
He taught me the rules so much, but still In Thugs I Trust
When in danger never hesitate to keep my fuckin trap shut
My Mom Dukes got a little bit of Thug in her
The Devil loves sinners crackheads and drug dealer
Sometimes I feel like the streets are takin over
Never stayin sober, the brain over and over backtrack
My stack's fat, I used to take new
One love to my crew aiyyo this one's for you

[Tupac]
R.I.P., rest in peace to Moo Brown
Know what we gotta do baby, one-time

Just wait until rain turn to sunshine
Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin one-time!
(repeat 2X)

One-time! One-time! One-time!

[Idi Amin]
I was born twenty-two years ago, yesterday
But see I saw no reason for me to celebrate, let me demonstrate
Entered the world from out a poisonous womb
Heroin bein consumed already predicitin my doom, soon
to be one of the many misguided
Always the first one on the block to be done tried it and liked it
Lost before I had a chance to find my way
Now I travel through life, not knowin the time of day
Crime for pay, I'm on my way, but don't know, where I'ma end up
I swear to God, it's just a setup
And these are the words from the mind of a Lost Soul (I'ma Lost Soul)

[Tupac]
Just wait until rain turn to sunshine
Cause I hate to spend, my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin one-time!
(repeat 8X)

All of y'all, keepin y'all in health

To all of y'all, keepin y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
(repeat 2X)

For all my Doggz, keepin y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
(repeat 3X)

Throw your hands up (4X to fade)