Текстове на песни: Outlawz. Mask Down.

What? Young Noble nigga
Get it right

For the world, my girl, my kid, my dog
And I know you mad at Pac for creating the Outlawz
For the block, cops and the pigeons who watch
For the dope, the blow, the crime, the dro
For the rhymes, the dimes, the crimes and the time

For the message, the lesson the stressing and the blessing
For the hurt, the work, the Smurfs in the dirt
For the schools, the tools, the rules, the fools
For the dead, the fed, the party's over here
For the wild, the style, it started in the Claire

For the street, the beat, the niggas with the heat
For the Lawz, the dogs, we do this shit for y'all
For the jails, the cells, the waiting on your mail
For the pain, the rain, the mutha fuckin' game
For the heart, the narcs, the niggas in the park
And you have to have your heat because it's crazy after dark nigga

For the dough, the creme, the hoes, the fiends
And I'm riding till my life is through and mashing for my dreams
Click clack up, I'm mashing for my team bitch back up
Ya, yo, we outta mask up and hit they ass up

For the dough, the creme, the hoes, the fiends
And I'm riding till my life is through and mashing for my dreams
Click clack up, I'm mashing for my team bitch back up
We outta mask up and hit they ass up

For the life, the stripes, the knife and the price
For the Ya the Yo, the days with the blow for the drops
The coupes, the shots off the roof, tor the niggas
The bitches, the trigger finger itching for the hoods
The 'burbs, the homies with the herb for the safe combination

And keys to your place, for the cars, the jewels
The furs, the [unverified] for the bitches who be copying Ya
Watching all my moves for the rise and fall of mine and yours
Yeah, you're from the cradle, I was born an outlaw

Getting paid, getting laid all day, everyday
Niggas hate, don't matter, we gonna come up anyway
Edi Ahmeen, outlaw bring your team down raw
Peep this scheme, now all calling them fake nigga holocaust
And of course we enforce everything that we spitting here

Yo you smell something funky hear that's because
We just shitted here, in this year, niggas, get it clear
See there shares disappear, we coming from the rear
Got you running in fear

When the job needs to be done, I'm there for the cause
Riding and dying for the cause, they'll never come
Dick riders and the dick provide you with guns
That spit hand first, come quick, bang in silence

Since I hit for the kid, I'm a [unverified] rider
Somehow I got bullets that'll find you and if you don't like me
And cross me, there's gonna be problems, I harm 'em
In the arm and leg, right here is where you lay

For the dough, the creme, the hoes, the fiends
And I'm riding till my life is through and mashing for my dreams
Click clack up, I'm mashing for my team bitch back up
Ya, yo, we outta mask up and hit they ass up

For the dough, the creme, the hoes, the fiends
And I'm riding till my life is through and mashing for my dreams
Click clack up, I'm mashing for my team bitch back up
We outta mask up and hit they ass up

It's the life full of cash, full of gats, full of hoes
Got bullet hoes for foes, trying to stay up on my toes
In the middle of the ghetto ain't got nowhere to turn
Just plenty of money to earn and plenty of money to burn

When feds hit the block, go ahead with your shots
Lead for the cops, head full of dots, cremated on the spot
It's a cycle for the long pay might just go the wrong way
Grinding in a strong way, get along, no way drama at the law

Riding for the cause, coming at your door
You're nigga dead and he don't know what he died for
What about that nigga that struggling, ain't sleeping right
What about them kids on the street, ain't eating right

Outlaw treat 'em like we do it so OG like living life
Taking flights, niggas might just die tonight
Murder cases in a bloody way, something gotta get a day
You outta your mind if you say ain't heard of me