[YOUNG NOBLE]
You gotta feel this
Even if you hate my guts
What it takes to come up
A & R gettin` taped the fuck up
Labels stuck on followin` trends
I`m sick of the game
It`s time for a change
Aint no need to pretend
Just a team when `Pac started this thug shit
For the hood
Pitchin` is the fuckin thangs we get
The game so fickle
Niggaz pop shit with no pistol
Only 12 years old
I sold nickels
Just a young nigga comin` of age
I was one of the slaves
Til the underground catchin` the train
Uptown, comin` back with the cane
Long tops and all
We Outlawz, go home or go hard
Most intense flow
From the calmest dude
Raw moves have you filled with a bombin` fluid
I was born to be a Outlaw
My momma knew it
Drama, karma
I put my momma thru it
Damn!
[Chorus]
Motherfucker I dare you
Step up to a nigga like me
With a name like mine
Motherfucker I dare you
To pass up on a nigga like me
Like you ain`t got time
Motherfucker I dare you
To think yo family was starvin`
A nigga wouldn`t rob you blind
Motherfucker I dare you
To give in, gon` get it
Cause a nigga stay on his grind
Motherfucker I dare you
[KASTRO]
It`s me, Kastro
King Kash and rusty
I`m classy dusty
My balls is husky
I shed blood for what I love
And thus me
Would ratha` die before I let you cowards budge me
Naw, I simply won`t allow it
OG`s showed me death before dishonor
I ain`t doubted
When I got grounded by my momma
I pouted
And when I hit that first shot of Vodka
I downed it
Now I keep a pistol with me everywhere I go
And paranoid and I ain`t tryna keep it on the low
Just so you know you not fuckin with a hoe
And I stay open like a corner store
Call me corner-stro
Please don`t get it twisted
Why even risk it
Play a nigga distance
This is, not a warning or a fuckin threat
I`m all in
My money on the table
Ya bet
[Chorus]
[E.D.I]
Six million ways to die
And many stories in the city
That`s why when you see me
My attitude is shitty
Now I ain`t scared of the terrorist
But the law my enemy
Bush and his homies
Got plans for me
And niggaz with skin color similar to mine
It`s a catch-22 if you livin` off of crime, and
Most of the niggaz I know, don`
Lost hope
Either be rappin` or be sellin` some dope
It`s a helluva road
It`s a hard time for hustla`s
Deep in the game
We reapin` the pain for money
And ain`t shit funny
So I don`t fuck with clowns
In any town
Im only around those who stay down
Get pain now (now)
Yeah that`s what`s sup
It`s too much money in this game for me to pass it up
So cut the check dawg
It`s so simple
Or have niggaz like me comin` thru ya window.. window
