You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
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Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
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Fuck all you muthafuckers
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Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up
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[Verse 1: Tupac]
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Now I can make it happen
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My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers
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When they scrappin'
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Blast and watch em' back up
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Notorious biggie killer
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Affiliation with death row
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Niggaz get their caps pealed back
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Fool this the west coast
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Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
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Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
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Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
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Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
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Got a Mercedes for these tricks
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That thought I quit
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Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick
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Go to a club in a pack
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I'm smokin' bud in the back
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I wait for niggaz to trip
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Cause bitch I love to scrap
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Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
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With love niggaz
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I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
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I went from rocks to zines
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Writing raps and movies
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I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me
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So Fuck em' all
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[Chorus]
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
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(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
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[Verse 2: Kadafi]
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Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak
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Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats
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I'm addicted to these streets
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like crack is to these creeps
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Seein' visions of a prison
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wake up screamin' in my sleep
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Is there a heaven in this hell
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a possibility of livin' well
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But if they killin' me
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I get my stripes and whose to tell
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Choosing to sell
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I'd rather die and be deceased
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World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets
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[Verse 3: Edi]
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Now put your muthafucking hands up
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If you'se a rider (ride)
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Niggaz ain't killers
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So they hidin'
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Why?
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Fuck em' all, touch em' all
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That's the way that we do it
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Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it
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Man I'm as strong as this game
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Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi)
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A young high strung thug nigga
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Created by pain
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Livin' my life in the fast lane
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Gettin' fucked by the past
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Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
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So fuck em' all
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[Chorus]
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
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(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger
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affair, yeah
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
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(young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to
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call me
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
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(young noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get
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comfortable, I'm runnin' you
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
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(young noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we
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thuggin'
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[Verse 4: Tupac]
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I got glad bags with enemies
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Cut up so they remember me
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Soaked up in Hennessey
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So they relatives know it's me
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You can bet your last dollar
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I'll dick em' and holla
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Ridin' these hoochies
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Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
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Jump up and get your ass shot up
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For the profit pick my glock up
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I'm bustin' in self defense ya see
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Poppin' nobody got em'
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Holla Outlaw riders
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Mash up on the gas pedal
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Vacate the scene
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Count the cash and stash the precious metal
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Here come the coppers
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The swat team and the helicopters
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Them crackers is crazy
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Why? Cause they'll never stop us
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I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger
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bust some body in the movie
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Now I want to do it too
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Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
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True to the game
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I claim Outlaw riders
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We give a fuck what they try
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I'm...
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[Verse 5: Young Noble]
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Cause Young Noble behind it
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Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain
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Kick back lil nigga
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And watch the game
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Get your mobb rocked and what-not
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We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
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The streets know what's hot
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Trust me
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[Verse 6: Napoleon]
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Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek's
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Shower some slugs on em'
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I've got a brother don't rest
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And he keep some drugs on him
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Always in grind mood
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Hustle to find food
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Ever seen faces of death
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That's what my nine do
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[Verse 7: Kastro]
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I keep my mind on my money
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And my money on my mind
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With my back against the wall
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Like I'm runnin' outta time
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Even rap with a gat
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I must be goin' out my mind
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Like I'm up against the world
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This guerilla team of mine
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Screamin'
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Thug Life Bitch, Fuck em' all
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
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And die for em'
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Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'
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Feel me?
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Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
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Fuck em' all
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Let them die
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That's my slogan
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Fuck em' all
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[Chorus]
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
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(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
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(Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
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(Young Noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
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(Young Noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'
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(That's right bitch, Fuck em all) (repeat 2 times to fade)
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Fuck Em All
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| 2pac |
