Ride Wit Us Or Collide Wit Us

What
Young noble nigga
Get it right

Verse 1: young noble

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

Chorus: 2x

Young noble:

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

Verse 2: ya yo

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
For 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 ???
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

Verse 3: edi

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

Verse 4: h-rider

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 ??? 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

Young noble:

Outlaw

Chorus: 2x

Verse 5: napoleon

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
Your 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

Yo yo
What up
One luv
One thug
Know what y'all mutha fuckas need?
What we need nigga?
Know what america need?
What do america need?
A outlaw as a president
Outlaw
Yeah, you might be right
What you want nigga?
That's exactly what y'all need
You might be fuckin' right guy
Uh

Chorus 2x: phats bossilini

What a nigga want?
Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need?
No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live?
High speed on the grind
And how a nigga die?
Getting shot by my nine

Verse 1: young noble

Hey yo
Who wanna fuck?
Who in the truck?
Who in a rush?
Who in the cuffs?
Nigga, who fucking with us?
Who on the block?
Who was a fiend?
Who was a cop?
Who was on my team?
Nigga, and who was not?
Who was a snitch?
Who was a bitch?
Who in the bricks?
Who the fuck ain't feeling this?
Say what?
Who on my hills?
Who the fuck dumping the pills?
Who the fuck ain't never been down the hill?
Who was the boss?
Who the fuck kicked it off?
Can you tell me?
Who the wrong nigga to cross?
Who was the rat?
Who had the gat?
Who had your back?
Who had the last laugh when the bastard cracked?
Who was the joke?
Who was the hope?
I wonder who croak?
Who the fuck did the shooting?
Who the fuck i smoke?
Who was the raw?
Who was the law?
Who was the dog?
Who the fuck going out win, lose, or draw?
Outlaw

Chorus: 2x

Verse 2: akwylah

Who wanna dump?
Who wanna play with the pump?
Who wanna piece of this real life?
Say what you want
Who wanna go shot for shot?
Not for not
Top for top
Slanging rock for rock
Who want it nigga?
Who want to face the truth?
Who wanna see what this big ass thing can do?
Bang to few
Who be the man of the hour?
Spit hot shit
Known to fuck bad power
What?
Who be all in your guts?
Fucking you up like pure 'caine
Right for his cut
Who's the one?
Too quick to use a gun
Losing none
This thug shit abuse your son
Who was the cat?
Who stay dressed in black?
Who wanna gamble with a gambler?
Tick for tack
Yeah
Who act like shit is weak?
Who wanna bang with the boss?
Then hold your heat

Chorus: 2x

Verse 3: young noble

Hey yo
I was the birth
I was the turf
I was the curse
I was the mutha fucka ready to put in work
I was the bread
I was the dead
I was the lead
I was the nigga that made you eat everything you said
You was the snake
You was the hate
You was the fake
You was the nigga trying to take food off my plate
You was the hater
You was the traitor
You was the mutha fucka that stepped off and never came back later

Verse 4: akwylah

You was my man
The intro
Get part of the plan
Splitting the grams
Breaking down pounds and grams
You was the light
I was the crack and pipe
I was the high
You was the lord my life
You was my faith
To whom i pray day to day
I was the way for you to face the pearly gates
I was the one who swore that a bitch was a bitch
A switch was a switch
And a hit was a hit
Nigga

Chorus: 2x

Verse 1: young noble

Yo
I don't want no open caskets
Don't be crying to me
I don't want nobody standing there lying to me
Talking about if you was there you would've died for me
Took 5 for me
Shoot blind for me
Save the pipe dreams dog
I'm gonna be aiight
And even if i die tomorrow
I'm gonna be aiight
The only time i see my family
When a relative die
When you gone
No pain
Is it better to die
Baby girl think i'm shy
But i'm crying inside
No tears in the jungle
I'm a lion inside
Nigga don't cry
Like i said on the song
God forbid i die early
Please accept that i'm gone
I lived mine
Accomplished a lot in my time
Soldier
I sold mils for pac
Still i rise
You sympathize
But i don't need it all
But while we hearing breathing
With the love that y'all
We outlawz

Chorus 2x : edi

Some day
One day we gotta go
When and where
Whom and why
Nobody knows
But when that day comes
I'm ready to roll
'cause they won't roll when i go

Verse 2: edi

Man
Shit aint right
Yo it just aint adding up
My closest is gone
I'm mad as fuck
I'm more hurt than anything
Not knowing what to do
Completely wrapped up in confusion
No clues
Trusting other niggas thinkin shit is all gravy
Mind unfocused
'cause i'm smoking daily
Rolling with big ass body guards
Niggas
No guns
Supposed to be protecting your ass
He having fun
Man fuck a vest
My nigga did with one on
Too much of a shock to my brain
I could not mourn
Do not shed a tear
Close my eyes
Said a prayer
Hoping the lord let him in when he got there
Still ride for pac and yak
Seike too
Still fucking the world
You know how edi do
But i'm still crippled by the pain
Still feel like i'm to blame
Still wanna go insane everytime i here your name man

Chorus 2x

Verse 3: kastro

They say blood's thicker than water
And i say love is thicker than blood
Who's wrong
And what's love
With no honor and trust
So i'd rather not bother
Nothing much to discus
These cards
Dealt by god
To my table
Ain't the best
And pretty much unstable
And i don't know
My friend from my foe
So i move fast
Think about shit slow
Rightfully so
I got my gun
And walk through the slums
Bubbling like gum
Wide open
I think i need more motrin
These streets is hot
Man these bitches is smoking
And everybody for out for self out here
Man ain't no love left out here
Just blood in my eye
I can't even cry
I wonder why
So i don't even try

Chorus 4x

[young noble] (talking)
We got bad azz in this mother fucker (outlawz!)
Spiggity spice 1 in this mother fucker (oaktown)
The low-lifes in this mother fucker (still thuggin)
You know the outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)

[napolean - verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you wanna fuck with mine
Cause we swallowed inside
My feet stuck to the ground
And ain't shit that move me
Dog, i'm heavy bound
And i done seen niggaz get touched by the pair
Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground
I blow my shit cause i can back it up
Fuck poppin the trunk
Let's throw some hands up
Now how many real niggaz gonna stand up?
I thought so, niggaz better shut up
I'm five-six, hearts bigger than me
But i'll fuck you up so destructively
Thoughtfully, my mack ten pop for me
Got my glocks with me, come ride my block with me
Intoxively, i bought that hennesee
Come ride with me or homicide with me
Outlawz nigga

[bad azz - verse 2]
Shit a nigga still breathin hard from the last song
Cause out here it's either mash or get mashed on
Rest in peace to all those who done passed away (r-i-p)
Cause with the beat that's in the streets life don't last long
All in between you need to eat, you need some wheat
You needs to heat, the beat, cause you's a condon savage street to shit
You got to mash to sleep a week or snooze
Stay on my feet, i'm tryin to keep em in some shoes
Stay outta jail, this nigga fucks hard and twos again
Let's get this money like we ain't never got it again
Let's keep shootin em like we ain't never shot it again
You got your life but you promised to die
Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside
Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside (come on)

[chorus - young noble (normal) and bad azz (indented)]
Life's short young nigga, get your mash on
Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on
If you see death around the corner, get your blast on
You gonna die anyway, life don't last long
We still feelin pain from the last song
Shit, we still feelin rain from the last storm
Homie either mash or get mashed on
Little nigga either blast or get blast on

[young noble - verse 3]
I see how you got to play it now
You got to lay it down
And clown for your crown, have respect now
That's a test just to see if you gonna bring it to em
Then come a whole lot of please when you bring it to em
We keep it movin, motivation is the money
Ability to feed niggaz hungry is so lovely
But that ain't it, we got some soldiers locked down
It's been perfect for what we doin when they drop down
It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it
Picture this, all of us, eatin chips
Sittin on the porch by our house, leavin something in a stash
How do we outlast? always keep cash

[spice 1 - verse 4]
Sittin on the scene, with the nine
Never would of thought, i'd be gettin mine
Bossilini, straight murder dog
Plotted my magazine, master cream
Discenegrate niggaz who blast me
He didn't know i was trapped
He didn't know i was ready
Plug a hole in his chest
And check out with the niggaz vetti
Do a dirty shit, smokin bomb on the dock
Cut your ass up in pieces, throw your meat to the sharks
I got that, hold up
Got a glock and i be puttin niggaz in comas
You's a mother fuckin fool
Cause you dyin for runnin up on me

[low lives - verse 5]
You want beef bitch nigga, see me face to face
After the case, my niggaz travel state to state
I'm on a mash with case, so i can't procrastinate
There's so many lives in state, lord i'm always gonna take
My fate keep guessin, smith and wesson stressin
The lesser the charge, the shorter the yard, i'm dodgin bullets
Rest in peace to those who couldn't, i'm not gonna run
Keep on mashin and keep on blastin
I'm lastin my time here
Nigga i'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here
You wanna smoke, i'm a note to keep my mind clear
And every nigga that i know mash with no fear
Come on

Chorus

[young noble - verse 6]
A yo, i takes no, no slope, that slope
Livin with no breath
Who wanna go next?
No stretch when it's time to sprint
Time limited
They want my life but i ain't givin it
Outlaw, low-lives, taking your life
We blow mics and i'm breakin in with soap dice
I'm baitin now the nigga you hate now
Full steam ahead, my beam is red
Niggaz wanna fight dirty
I'm clean as them
Stay hurtin in the part
You wanna bleed instead?

[low lives - verse 7]
I'm mister shorty to the k, the k, f-fantastic
And i'm out here mashin like a nation-wide assassin
I'm kickin ass and takin names later
Better yet, call me shorty, the motivator dominator
Great rhymes sayer, whole cappa drug dealer
Low-life nigga, i'm twenty-one and gettin bigger
Roll with niggaz, mine's as big as nine figures
Yeah, them low life niggaz, them five-five niggaz, nigga
You'll get high, roll by, once in a while
I see ya lovin my style
You know i can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin
Divide, lay low until the ride be out
The four-five on the ground, forty and out
To fourteen days hard time, low lives!

Chorus x 2

[kastro] (talking)
Hmm, damn, i feel ya
Turn, nope, don't nobody care
These outlawz feel y'all (yup)
Yeah, don't nobody care
Sometime it get like that (when it feel like don't nobody care)
It seems like nobody care (nope, not nobody)
I care though, listen

[kastro - verse 1]
I been so sick lately, bellyin and not achy
These issues keep me with pistols for safety
I got plans that the cops ain't included in
And not a handcuff or shell could hold em in
Right at the end of my road, who been there before?
Now that i'm dead, it's like i've been dead before
Same story, it's raw, i'm an outlaw
A bread warhead, k-dogg is a warrior
And when i stand, i stand on my own two
If i fall, i land on my own two
A soldier, and it been like that
Pac and yak see us now and they could see all that
Who really care? fuck the tarry hair
And the rest of the outlawz was without a share
Don't nobody care, just like i thought
So i just stare at the world like i don't give a fuck

[napolean - verse 2]
I remember them days when it was dark outside
The only thing i felt i had was my nuts and my pride
I was different than them niggaz on the block sellin drugs
But i was always with em, actin like a thug
Runnin through the mud cause the cops was on us
We just walkin home from school but they always on us
It's like this, the streets is so lovely
I love the streets, because the streets made me
The ghetto seems so in peace
Man, that i moved to the suburbs and there's more police
Where i'm from, a fiend'll pack a gun
Overton, jersey the harder the slum
But i made it up outta there, thanks to the lord, kid
But i'll never leave my box alone, nigga i swear (swear)
And to the young kids wearin the streets do
I know nobody don't care, but the outlawz do (cause we do)

[chorus - young noble]
We stack clips, glack licks in the air
Smoke sticks on the stairs, dog, nobody care (nobody care)
We shot the fear when everybody was there
Beat each other half to death, but homie nobody care (nobody care)
My momma wasn't there and my poppa wasn't there
Couldn't find em anywhere cause nobody cared, yeah
We split mills, pop pills and shit
Ten on the floor, ten in the bed, damn, nobody care

[young noble - verse 3]
Yo, hard times as a youngsta
Scarred by the hunger, wonder
How many gonna die this summer (die this summer)
We loud like thunder roamin the strip
Now everybody act cool, we approachin the vip (come on, come on)
Smokin a stick, hit, cause we live for this (live for this)
Just like shit is hard raisin kids in this
I got 'outlaw' tatted on my stomach and all (stomach and all)
We can fight and hang out later like nothing is wrong
Laise your timms up tight cause the ride is rough (uh)
You can tighten my cuffs, i'm still likin the cuffs (come on)
Fuck this and that, cause i'mma get you back (uh-huh)
I know you mother fuckers sick and wish that i couldn't rap
Hatin already waitin till my pockets is fat (uh)
Would you rather see me incarcerated, locked in the back? (come on)
Cockin a strap, have your whole block in a gat (yeah)
Every body down flat, where them dollars at? (uh, oh yeah)

[edi mean - verse 4]
I put my faith in the lord, pray for patience in war
Now only time'll tell if he heard me before
I see myself in the mirror, young nigga full of flaws
But in the streets, i'm a hero cause i give it to em raw
I'm just my momma's second son, and i just bought me a gun
Cause some niggaz want some, and i ain't got nothin for em
Me and my niggaz stay hungry, strivin for the old and gray money
Ridin while these niggaz think it's funny
But ain't a damn thing funny to a nigga like me (nah)
When you sittin on your ass broke and thirty
And don't nobody care about your sob story (nah)
I work so hard homie, you better be about your money (homie)
Oh yeah, it goes both ways, and momma used to say
'the lord'll help those who help themselves'
I keep my eyes on the prize so there ain't no chance for me fail
Cause don't nobody give a fuck when you livin in hell

Chorus x 2

We live in a world
Where a man is judged by the color of his skin
We can't win
Not the content of his character
They scared of you
22 million black in america
You better stand your area
75 percent population of the prison system
Niggas listen
Niggas listen
Niggas listen
Outlawz on a mission

Verse 1: napoleon

So more gun shots
By some young niggas
And now the media consider y'all some dumb niggas
And where you at
I done came from that
So i know what's on your mind when you're cocking your nine back
Busting your bullets at them niggas on the corner
And you aim 7 5 till your victim is a goner
But it's more than life
And i don't blame you
Matter of fact i blame your parents for the shit you gonna do
There's a lot of niggas under ten getting shot by the nine
8 of them died and left 7 of them crying
For the 5th and 6th time
I'm trying to tell you dog
You done pulled through
Nigga i know that's where he are
And the third second and first is when the welfare kicks in
We joined by nothing
'cause your ???
Drinking
Buying crack
Go for drugs again
And it make you want to go and bust your gat again
But if you got a problem grab a pen
Write a letter
And send it to the outlawz
We'll try to make it better
My young soldier
You ain't no dumb soldier
Keep your mind on your dream
And you a pro soldier

Verse 2: young noble

Hey yo
I spit, rip for pac and yak
I love y'all both
That's why i rap with a grudge and keep my enemies close
Memories float
Nothing else to do but smoke
Now i'm numb with a lump in my throat
I'm scoffed up
Constipated with pain
Hating the rain
We all get wet
And pretty much when you close to death
I think you live by the gun
You die by the judge
And if my girl have a son
I'ma raise him better than i was
A little time does justice to the heart
You should ask your little boy why he rushing to the park
Everyday after school
You wonder why he love there?
They got guns drugs and plenty of thugs there
No care
That's why i speak on shit
To you parents out there
Don't sleep on shit
Raise your kids
Come on you made the kids
We got kids killing kids
Doing major bids
Damn

Chorus:

I never really got a chance to say good-bye
I hope you're thankful you lived your life
And nothing keeps that before your eyes
I never really got a chance to say good-bye
And even though you're gone
You're always on my mind
I never really got a chance to say goodbye

Verse 3: edi

To all my youngsters out there
Trying to burn something
Will you pay attention a minute
You might learn something
'cause look
All they want to do is lock you up and make some dough off you
And when your ass finally die
They'll find a hole for you
I know it ain't no love
It seem cold to you
But yous a soldier
Got to keep your goals close to you
'cause 25 with an l ain't closer junior
Now in society
You're labeled as a loser junior
2 times at that
So close to your 3rd
Only 22 now what the fuck you gonna do
Convicted felons
They don't get no work
We all know that
Now you forced to draw back
You seen the cycle
They don't call it the system for nothing
Systematic ways to get you to your grave
But you heard it before
You ain't gonna listen to edi
You gonna have to go through it
But please believe me
Ain't no glory in pain
A soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled by the game
Aint no glory in pain
A soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled up by the mutha fuckin game

Verse 4: kastro

It's a long long dark road out of hell
I've been there
I can tell you the story well
Most don't make it
10 out of 12
And the 2 left fighting themselves
We sit in desperate need
Searching for a cure
Us youngsters indeed
We deserve much more
It's war
'cause we don't get along with each other
God damn
We need to get it together
For real

Chorus

Verse 5: napoleon

I got 50 shots for every ???
These pigs is more crooked than some snakes on my block
They gave him a choice
He had to ride or die
Since bullets don't die
Oz can you tell me how he died
Stay ahead of your game
Young star
Grow eyes
Stay away from them haters
Also 1 time
I respect the game
I'm real serious with mine
It's like they lost
Playing on furious with mine

[edi talking]
Uh
So serious
You know
It's all about will and how strong you are
If you can stand it
Stand the pressure and stay strong youngsters
Move up

Chorus

[young noble] - repeated throughout track - x 23
Fuck with me!

[napolean - verse 1]
Baby-girl, you know you put it on me
Shakin your ass in the quarter for me
It's like de-ja-vu the way i met you
You told me you and your nephew
Blow makaveli too, but smash that boo
Cause that's a bootleg
And it was hard to take my eyes off your legs
Listen can i buy you a drink?
Let your home girl hold your mink
The dead thought made for you and me
Can you walk with me, talk with me
Or one-night stand with me, probably
The answer i can hear tonight
Hips, dick-lick the lips, bitch you goin home tonight
I'm a money-maker, just shakin that thing your momma gave you
Creamin that black heritage, i can't wait to taste ya
You got one life to live, with much to give
Don't play yourself short, miss thang, give it here
And what's this i hear, about you top class
That down-south ass will make me spend some cash
Now did you listen to the words i was spittin at ya?
You so much you gonna make g-star rival at ya

[young noble - verse 2]
I give it to you good girl, in the heat of the night
Even when i'm rollin, cream you right
And i ain't even tryin to sleep on old girl
Millennium dime-piece she movin her own world
And don't be a leader, brag on his dick
I ain't tryin to lock you down, hear the slap on the wrist
And i'm the type that talks flicks, when i'm up in it
She ain't the type to throw fits when i bust in it
So what's fuckin with that
She like to lay on her stomach so i bust on her back
And i don't care if she a groupie or not
I'm gettin head on the block and the hooptie'll drop
Root-crew been hot since back in the day
And since i knew pac, i'm havin my way
And now you wish you would have stuck with me
Cause all your honeys wanna fuck with me
Where they at? where they at?

[chorus - edi mean]
Because i'm headin somewhere
And them other (niggaz baby) (rappers gone) gonna be dead in a year
Plus, i know you tired of them fake thugs
All-be gangstaz in they video with make-up
Uh, i don't think so nigga, i'm an outlaw nigga
Hear the heat blow nigga?
Uh, then have the time of your life
One night, next day you tell them people you're my wife
Cause can't nobody do it like this
A lot of mother fuckers talkin but we true to this shit

[edi mean - verse 3]
Come on, straight off the straights of hard time and no luck
Some wonderin niggaz that ankled this game and came up
They ain't wanna fuck with us power to this
But we said 'fuck that' and set fire to this bitch nigga
Outlaw, just some ridahs on our own mission
The trite and true, we un-fuck with a boo
It's critical, the game change, we stay the same
A lot of shit y'all doin now, i did when i was seventeen
And that's the truth if i ever heard it
Hard time, sometime, but i know it's gonna be worth this shit
We done got it together, we gonna party together
They try to stop what we doin, we give em 'hell man whatever'
Shit this how a live nigga do it, ride or die nigga blew it
We don't try nigga, lose it
And let em know not to fuck with you
And touch your boo, bust your tooth, hush them fools

Chorus

[kastro - verse 4]
Uh, a big dick to stroke
I ain't braggin, i'm just lettin you know
Uh, and ever sicne you bounced on me, baby i've been ready to go
Uh, and we can keep this between us
Nut with nothin much to discuss
Uh, or we can let it out to the world
Make a boy or a girl, it's on us
Baby, i like it when you show me your tongue
Lick on my balls until i cum and yell 'stop, stop'
Uh, and when i blow on your clit
Stick my thumb where you shit, you get hot
Damn, nasty, plus you got a big old ass
That pop like a gun, go 'blast, blast'
And you think your girl was fucked
Always talkin all that jazz
So don't fuck with me
I'm not the nigga you love
I'm just the nigga you fuck
I ain't the nigga to her

Chorus

Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga

Verse 1: young noble

Yo, i've been abducted by the block
But i had to escape
Imagine my fate
Traveling and stacking the cake
After my wake
Bust 25 for me
'cause i'll ride for y'all
And y'all ride for me
I ain't trying to have no sad story in the end
Me and my people all we want is glory in the end
I ain't gonna tell you again
Start thinking about your future nigga
No extra weight 'cause we ain't got nothing to do with you
If time is money you wasting the clock
Pacing the block
They hooked now tasting the rock
Thinking of pac and yak
So we mash blinded
Gonna be hell 4 a hustla
Till the gats find me
And you can ask 1-2
He used to be on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if i did my time
And you can ask l dog if i ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if i ever chopped rocks
The block hop
Like wayne
We remain the top spot
Life is what you make it so we making this spot pop
Life is what you make it so we making this spot pop

Chorus:

Young noble:
Edi life is what you make it
You living to die
Homie life is what you make it
I'm gonna get it and ride

Edi:
Know life is what you make it
And baby
I'm a made nigga
Live it up
Give it up until my grave nigga

Kastro:
Yo life is what you make it
This thug life is sacred
We can't shake it
So we don't fake it

Young noble:
Hey yo
Life is what you make it
We born to ball
I'm warning y'all
Why you think we born outlawz

Verse 2: kastro (edi)

23 years of tears
I cry not again
I wake up early
Surprised i'm still living (uh)
We knowing
Choking life
Holding on
My family tree hopeless
Still i remain strong (strong)
It ain't a pastry
It ain't sweet or tasty (come on)
Bitter is bad liver
But still embrace (come on)
I take slow breaths
Exhale a slow death
Euphanasia
Ain't nothing that can save us (come on)
It what you make it
Thug life is sacred
We can't shake it
So we don't fake it (so we don't fake it)
Space it(yeah yeah)
It ain't no time for wasting (come on)
All i
Fall i
Means we go out blazing (uh)

Verse 3: edi

We go to hold on a little bit longer
It feel good
Look my team getting stronger
It seems like we done weathered the storm
But i know all that really means is that it's really on
Oh yes
We been out here
Trying to do my thing
So many niggas hating on us
Driving me insane
Doing that shit behind them closed doors
Talking bout the lawz
Light some more ??
I penetrate your whole existence with precision
Splitting your wig
Making that bitch a split decision
Thug living although my mama taught me much better
I was addicted to the streets
I couldn't leave until i touched cheddar
And better than my heart
A soul of a rebel
I'm gonna do it my way
I ain't never ever gonna settle
I got my niggas and my metal
We all on a mission
The goal is to get dough
And stay cold
Keep tripping'
Come on

Chorus:

Young noble:
Edi life is what you make it
You living to die
Homie life is what you make it
I'm gonna get it and ride

Edi:
Know life is what you make it
And baby
I'm a made nigga
Live it up
Give it up until my grave nigga

Kastro:
Yo life is what you make it
This thug life is sacred
We can't shake it
So we don't fake it

Young noble:
Hey yo
Life is what you make it
We born to ball
I'm warning y'all
Why you think we born outlawz

Verse 4: napoleon

I woke up in the morning
My tec 9 on the dresser
Glock 9 for the pressure
Get my money
Leave them niggas naked
Fuck you ??
You know you get buried
Niggas never ever learn
Facing ??
But i hop glocks
And this shit cock
You know i ain't even trying to rock
If life is what you make it
I'm gonna make your shit hot
Nigga you ain't know
I ride for the dough
Besides my outlaw niggas
I cry cry for the goal
My life is aiight
But shit gonna change
Since money don't grow on tress
Beggar get on your knees
Life is what you make it
And nigga i'm a made nigga
Live it up or give it up till my grave nigga

Chorus:

Young noble:
Edi life is what you make it
You living to die
Homie life is what you make it
I'm gonna get it and ride

Edi:
Know life is what you make it
And baby
I'm a made nigga
Live it up
Give it up until my grave nigga

Kastro:
Yo life is what you make it
This thug life is sacred
We can't shake it
So we don't fake it

Young noble:
Hey yo
Life is what you make it
We born to ball
I'm warning y'all
Why you think we born outlawz