[Chorus: Young Zee]
We got you lovin` our music
Niggas smoke weed and do drugs to our music
Girls like to fuck to our music
Niggas wild out and get lock dub to our music
It`s no more love for the music
We share blood for the music
We bust slugs for the music
We lovin` the music
[Pacewon]
Talk about sex, packin` chrome, techs, hero` bones
And coked up white chicks that look like Sharon Stone
Washed up M.C.`s, whose styles have been grown
Like 40 years old, still pickin` average poems
[Young Zee]
And now it`s on, ya niggas wanna get beat
Just bring that shit around 20th Street
Don`t get me wrong, thugs come hopin` to bust
But uncock their glock when they know this is us
And bitches, the girls keep the block jumpin`
Somebody get shot, they don`t tell the cops nothin`
So keep on bouncin`, rock a 3-5-7
[Pacewon]
That Biggie and Pac shit should of taught ya a lesson
[Chorus]
[Axe]
God yes, cuz pain is the object
Watch `em stay broke like elevators in the projects
Everything we did, we did it the hardest
This kid is retarded, hate all you want, we gon` get it regardless
Representin` Jersey, ain`t no other state
Before the love and hate, huawk, spit in ya mother`s face
Ya life, what a waste, grab a knife, cut a snake
No love the jake, I`m out to catch another case
[Yah Yah]
Outsidaz, only here to make their mark
And run around this world like it`s Raceway Park
Crash and start, front, chased by NARC`s
Five deep, smokin` four blunts, it ain`t shit, take their heart
Never catch us, regardless of the etch-a-sketcher`s
We out takin` vestes, makin` messes
[Axe]
To each is own, we settle beef wit chrome
Got niggas comin` out their Morese Malone
[Chorus]
[Rah Digga]
Now it`s here like anything goes on the track
Harriett step up to bring real rhymes back
You know shit is bad when the rapper can say
They ain`t even in the game for the lyrics anyway
Well that`s okay, the underground stay shinin`
Those runnin` for the door gonna end up resignin`
And years later, I`m gonna still be the tighter
Majority`s splurger, call it all the tax writer
[Nawshis]
It`s the Outsidaz faculty
Throwin` up the finger in ya magazine
My click be pumpin` more whips than gasoline
In the Bricks we knowin` for stickin` shit and havin` warrants
For the props, we lick more shots than alcoholics
[Azz-Iz]
I call it living, Iz, makin` a killing
Off these twenties, I`m dealin` feedin` my children, Jesus is in `em
Eager and willin` to put ya muthafuckas in the fetal position
[Denzy]
Deeper then listen, when the Outz come through
Niggas break dumb fool, pull out gun tools
Makin` muthafuckas run jewels
So the ending to the story, kid
The worries bid, more niggas will get fit to our music
[Chorus]
