I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
While she hot, and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe
You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up
I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa ! )
I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah
I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G
I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna....
Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed
Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tattooed on my chest
Tell me can you feel me ? I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last
Be tha first to blast, remember Kato
No longer with us he's deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Now rest in peace
Is there heaven for a G ? Remember me
So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears
Ahh, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears
Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen
And fuck the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions
Of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me ?
I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last...
Be tha first to blast...
Hey! Go to the newt shit man!..
Hey! yoh..
Hey! yoh!!
I got some new shit for ya all the night...
Oh! Yes!!
See...
It's the nigga as name Nas?...
and i kicked it with the nigga as name Mobb Deep...
and i kicked it with the nigga as name Bad Boy...
But I say: Fuck'Em All!!
so about take this nigga be..
i represent what is our motherfucker be!!
Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
Making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan
To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
And undercover agents die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heata
Got me a dog get nigga Mobb bitch nigga eata
What could they do to me that little brat ?
Shit them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get(hahaha) their ass
How can I show you how I feel inside ?
We outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after im gone
Cause they fear me in the physical form let it be known
I'm troublesome
La la la la la la all ya niggas die [several times]
Gutter ways my mentality is ghetto
We're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do
We came for murder, pullin' up in a herse
Westside was the warcry bustin' all freely screaming "Fuck"
All ya'll niggas in Swahili
Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
Release me to care of my heartless trap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche
A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys
Murder my foes, can't control my nine
Hearin' thoughts of my ennemies pleadin' please
Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee
Picture me lettin' this chump survive
Ran up on his ass when I dumped, he died
Cause I'm troublesome..
Tra la la la la la all ya niggas die [several times]
Murder murder my mind state shit ain't change since my last rhyme
The crime rate ain't decline
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind
Like twenty live to life never crossed their mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang
Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry
Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die
Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my ennemies and family times
God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die
Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life
Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
Cause I'm troublesome!!...
(One Love To My Nigga Suge..)
(Was Up Nigga?)
(Swear He Is..)
(You know?..)
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceasar, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boyz murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya cap spilt, you know ... see ...
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Yes yoh!!
Outlawz is Mutherfucker!!
West Coast!!
For Life!!
Give Me!! Give Me!!
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
And, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
And hit em up
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
Killed with ya mouths open
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up
I'm from N W New Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
Crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You'se a B-writer
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing slut but a faker
So fill the Alazhay with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggaz better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
Nigga, I hit 'em up...
I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears
Said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears
Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy
Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me
I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes
My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through
But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll
Never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
Niggaz get high off a slow form of suicide
Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties
I live my life to fuckin mo', exposin tragically
How can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece
I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind
Make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin
Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
To become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears
I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears;
Now, I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears
Thugged out baby!
many times busters still can't see...
can't fuck with me...
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears...
You probably crooked as the last trick; wanna laugh
At how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh!
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love
In every club, I see you starin like you want it
Well baby if you got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla but you tell me you taken
Sayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin
Guess it's true what they tellin me
Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity
So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit
Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you
Every other city we go,
every other vi-de-o
It's all about you
No matter where I go,
I see the same hoe
all about you
Every other city we go,
every other vi-de-o
It's all about you
No matter where I go,
I see the same hoe
I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know
I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out
with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz
cause we comin from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care
Creep though, weed smoke's into the air
Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes
waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show
I just seen you in my friend's, video
Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..
It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!
It's all about you!
Every other city we go,
every other vi-de-o
It's all about you
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe
all about you
Every other city we go
every other vi-de-o
It's all about you
No matter where I go,
I see the same hoe
You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next
Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex
I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin me
Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia...
Uhh.. I Swear I'll never call you bitch again,
believe me...
Damn - gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence
I try to picture myself, in this position but remain silent
I get to thinkin bout this shit, we been through
We close like kin but you remain my friend to
This life of sin, done got the both of us in trouble
But you always stay down for a nigga, so that's why I love you
Reminiscin needin tissues, fightin over childish issues
Swear I can't live witchu but withouchu every day I miss you
When we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta bitch-ich
You always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleepin witchu
Though not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
I see yesterday I called you names, and played games on yo' mind
I promise that I'll change in time
It's a complicated world, so girl just be a friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again,
Believe me!!..
I swear I'll never call you bitch again...
I wake up early in the mornin, at the crack of dawn
Nigga still tired so I'm yawnin, and now I'm gone
Tryin to get my money on strong, so an early riser
Out befo' them other guys, that's the way to profit every time
Can't get too close, my enemies, they see ghosts, they envy me
Plus we been beefin with the East coast, with casualites
Got stopped in traffic, had a warrant, so they gaffled me
But while I'm gone, watch my business, and my back for me
My enemies think they got me crossed, they ain't knowin
Ain't no love for player haters where you cowards goin
got me out of jail, You paid bail, home again
I promise not to leave you on your own again
Cristal corks are popped, romantic, thoughts are dropped
It's so frantic but don't panic cause we crossed the top
I found a partner and a rider, a woman and friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me.
that's my word...
I swear I'll never call you bitch again,
believe me...
How do you want it
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
Love tha way you activate your hips
And push your ass out
Gotta nigga wantin'
It's so bad
I'm about to pass out
Wanna dig you
And I can't even lie about it
Baby just eleviate your cloths
Time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club
Oh shit, you got me fiendin'
Body talken shit to me
But I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if ya wanna roll with me
Then here's ya chance
Doin 80 on tha freeway
Wait police, catch me if they can
Forgive me i'm a ridah
Still i'm just a simple man
All I want is money
Fuck tha fame
I'm a simple man
Mr. International
Playa with tha passport
Just like a ladder bitch
Get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me
Champagne, Hennessy
A favorite of my homies
When we floss on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed
Peep what a ho need
Puff some more weed
Funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hochies with a passion
Been a long day
But i've been drivin' by attraction
In a strong way
Your body is bangin'
Baby I love it when ya flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga
Now tell me how you want it...
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
Tell me is it cool to fuck ?
You think I come to talk
Am I a fool or what ?
Positions on tha floor
It's like erotic
Ironic
Cause i'm somewhat psychotic
I'm hitten' switches on bitches
Like i been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster
Come up beside ya
I ain't quitin' till tha show is over
Cause i'm a ridah
In and out just like a robbery
I'll probably be a freak
And let you get ontop of me
Get her rockin' these
Nights full of Alazhay
A livin' legend
You ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days
Deloris Tucker
You's a muthafucker
Instead of tryin' to help a nigga
You destroy a brotha
Worst than tha others
Bill Clinton
Mr. Bob Dole
You too old to understand tha way tha game is told
You're lame
So I gotta hit you with tha high facts
Won't someone listen ?
Makin' millions
Niggas top that
They ratha see me in a cell
Livin' in hell
With only a few of us to live to tell
Now everybody talken about us
I could give a fuck
I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it...
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
Raised as a youth
Tell truth
I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof
Cause I jumped on tha roof
Before I was a teenager
Mobile phone
Skypager
Game rules
I'm livin' major
My adversaries
Is lookin' worried
They paranoid of getten' buried
One of us gonna see tha cemetary
They wonder if my life style's changed
And am I through with all the pain
Survivin' in this game
And still the same
Honey, just meet me at the strip club, bring a thong
Look how they shakin' for that cash
Once again, it's on
I have no sympathy for those who afraid of mystery
Come get with me, I promise passion and ecstacy
I'm alone, can I come over
There tonight?
Depend on me, the one to handle it and get it right
Your body is bangin'
Baby I love it when ya flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy baby...
How do you want it
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it
How do you feel it
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
How long will I live ?
"Eternal life and forever "
And will I be, the G that I was ?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed does
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes...
Murder was the case
murder was the case
I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller lo
Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
"Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
One Eight Seven
One Eight Seven...
No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
Them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O. G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a level 3 yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
Murder...
One Eight Seven
One Eight Seven...
Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit
When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it
I lay back in the cut retain myself
Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth
How can I makes my grip
And how should I make that nigga straight slip
Set trip, gotta get him for his grip
as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother
mission, wishin, upon a star
Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar
In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real
Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill
to the next Episode
I make money, and I really don't love hoes
Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe
I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops
But now I, make, hits, every single day
With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop