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Outlawz, Belly
Crued Entertainment
One Nation Entertainment
Yeah
Real niggas is back, take a picture, get a whiff
Of this gully, two holes in my skully behind the fifth
Outlaw warrior war, oh you ignoring the laws?
Then get tossed from the fortieth floor
My story is more fat, in fact
Infatuated with this bullshit rap, get your punk ass slapped
One fast clap put you on the shit of a month
I'm kidnapping niggas now, get in the trunk
Yeah, Outlaw Mafia, they playing the name game
Gotta blame the way that I was raised as I maintain
Family over everything, couple of tears
I feel good, I ain't been home in a couple of years
We on over here, you off over there
Cross and get your face knocked off over here
Everybody talking but nobody got they gun out
My forty-four bleed purple rain and bring the sun out
Don't get it twisted, homie, it stay on me all the time
'Cause you know I keep this money on my mind
And I know I'll be okay 'cause
You're fucking with an outlaw
You're fucking with an outlaw
I tried to tell 'em we ain't done, we just getting started
Classic current, your favorite artist's favorite artist
Most inspirational, still the most hardest
Getting to the money, we can beat the charges
You can't walk these, dog, the shoes don't fit
Third strike, gave 'em twenty-five for a four-fifth
Little niggas want half of the whole brick
Came up young on the Ave., red top Knicks
Fast forward to the red drop-top six
Picture me rolling, money folding, got the haters sick
Fuck feelings, this is grown man business
My grind is relentless with God as my witness
Success is the best revenge, so no matter how you start
It's really how you finish in the end
My niggas all family, we ain't got friends
Outlaw 'til I die, you know what it is
Don't get it twisted, homie, it stay on me all the time
'Cause you know I keep this money on my mind
And I know I'll be okay 'cause
You're fucking with an outlaw
You're fucking with an outlaw
Raise 'em up, my middle finger to the law
Just come back, be the realest shit you ever saw
Real riders so rare like the beef raw
Real killers get it popping, let the streets talk
You at the crib lonely beating your meat off
I'm in the streets with your shorty eating, eating off
When them wheels get to burning and I'm screeching off
You hear the whispers in the crowd saying, "He the boss"
He the Armstrong arm of this rap shit
Keep a ratchet in the lap of my 'Lac, bitch
Switchblade flow hella sharp and I'm witty with it
Talk slick to a pretty bitch, have her with it quick
Million-dollar mouthpiece, bring the bucks out
Thug Lord like BoLoc and Yukmouth
The realest in here, got killers on the payroll
Whole clique full of fools and them a-holes
We don't take no's, all we see is green lights
So it's yes or no, mami, you gotta roll
That's the Outlaw lifestyle
Take a look around, it's going down, now turn the lights out
Big money in the building
Hating niggas catching feelings 'cause we touching the millions
Don't get it twisted, homie, it stay on me all the time
'Cause you know I keep this money on my mind
And I know I'll be okay 'cause
You're fucking with an outlaw
You're fucking with an outlaw