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

You do what I say that you would You know l'd do the same if I could But I guess I just forgot about it Maybe I'm spread too thin I meant what I said, don't doubt it I just don't know where to begin 'Cause I've got a to-do list Ten miles long And I don't know how to do this But I'mma do it on my own I'm just working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss Why can't you see? I'm working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt me You do what I say that you would You know l'd do the same if I could But I guess I just forgot about it Maybe I'm spread too thin I meant what I said, don't doubt it I just don't know where to begin 'Cause I've got, got what I want, what I need No such thing As too much opportunity (too much opportunity) I got what I want, what I need I figure it out, don't you doubt me Don't you doubt I'm just working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this Take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt Working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss Why can't you see? I'm working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt Working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss Why can't you see? I'm working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt me

Darlin' I'm feelin' pretty lonesome I'd call you on the phone some But I don't have a dime Darlin' Your so far behind me Tomorrow's gonna find me Further down the line Taking me some paper A pencil in my hand I'm ganna write Darlin' You know I feel the cold nights Thinking of the old nights Spent alone with you Darlin' A tear is in my eye now Knowing I could try now To make it back to you Hey! Darlin' I love you more than ever I wish we were together Darlin' Mine Darlin' I'm feeling pretty lonesome I'd call you on the phone some But I don't have a dime Darlin' Your so far behind me Tomorrow's gonna find me Further down the line Darlin' I'm feeling pretty lonesome (so lonesome) I'd call you on the phone some (call you on the phone some) But I don't have a dime (No I don't have a dime) Darlin' (pretty Darlin') Your so far behind me (So far behind me) Tomorrow's gonna fine me (tomorrow's gonna find me) Further down the line (down the line) Darlin' (Pretty darlin') I'm feeling pretty lonesome (oh I'm so so lonesome) I'd call you on the phone some(on the phone some) But I don't have a dime (No I don't have a dime)

Uh, Terror Reid Hey yo Stare into my fucking eyes and you will see How your life could be before you met me Don't wait, G, I meant you, and your little sister too I broke in your house and blew chunks in the room Now look at that, I'm chillin' in your mama's bubble bath Relaxin', chewin' on a shitty used napkin I must've mistook it for your grandma's tits She's into zippers and whips, I'm talkin' freaky deaky shit, bitch Tourture you with gutter tubes and throw you out like rubbish Tie up all your limbs and then control you like a puppet The bitches love it, putting cocaine in a bucket Serve it to the pigs and watch 'em cause a bunch of ruckus (Oh, it's like that?) Well kiss my mother fucking ass crack, bitch And tell your dad I want my Adderall back, bitch I'll play you like monopoly, destroy your property I got a pocket full of pills, so please prepare properly Because I am the one who is next up Hit you with the uppercut, slam dunkin' in ya chick's guts T, E double R, O to the R Speedin' down ya block in a stolen cop car Because I am the one who is next up Hit you with the BMX X-Up You better pucker up and kiss my gluteus I'm not that new to this Terror taking over, coming straight out the mothafuckin' looney bin I got the spastic tactics and unique techniques I'm Godzilla in the streets, and King Kong in the sheets Take a week just to recover I slice the booty cheeks like butter, then I nut under ya covers I used to fuck the pussy during math class Now I fuck the pussy or the tushy while I'm driving real fast R-E-I-D, he got the rare disease And grabbin' a gun that shoots mothafuckin' laser beams You know, anything is possible with these secret unlockables Unstoppable, gettin' head from Kim Possible And Ron's in the back, with his naked mole rat Give him a hit of acid, and a DVD of Rugrats What's the stich? Are ya hearin' this shit? That I'm spillin' out my lips as I'm pullin' on some Whippets Just sit back, relax, and pay attention The masked maniac is back And stole ya grandfather's whole pension Because I am the one who is next up Hit you with the uppercut, slam dunkin' in ya chick's guts T, E double R, O to the R Speedin' down ya block in a stolen cop car Because I am the one who is next up Hit you with the BMX X-Up You better pucker up and kiss my gluteus I'm not that new to this Terror taking over, coming straight out the mothafuckin' looney bin It's Terror Reid, mothafucker (R-E-I-D) Comin' out the rubble (The illist) He causin' trouble Someone grab a fuckin' muzzle (Vodka bitch) (You don't know shit)

Richard liked the sound of his own voice By the kitchen in the mirror It extracted all of our teeth Filled the sink with blood And I am on the cross of forgiveness He wanted it final, finally And I ain't afraid to say it He is strong when it comes to love And I was driving places in his heart Bound for endless love Pushing at the arrow of time Taking back the hand that is mine Out there playing cricket with my blood He is taller than me Ain't no way to say it other than I have fallen from you Pushing at the arrow of time Taking the hand that is mine Richard liked the sound of his own voice By the kitchen in the mirror It extracted all of our teeth Filled the sink with blood And I am on the cross of forgiveness He wanted it final, finally And the record is playing your heart The flowers we planted have blown apart And like an [?] I'm sinking We wanted it final We wanted it finally