[00:00.80] We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America) [00:02.12] Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again) [00:02.69] Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song [00:04.14] (I think they do) [00:04.88] When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy [00:05.36] I want all the West Coast people to give up some love [00:06.03] When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy) [00:07.27] They tried to ban this song (Everybody) [00:08.68] They don't wanna play my song [00:09.55] But they wanna play fat boy over here [00:10.66] What? Come on, come on (Take money) [00:11.47] Come on, come on (Take money) [00:12.25] Come on, come on (What's up) [00:13.66] First off, f- and the clique you claim [00:14.22] Westside when we ride, come equipped with game [00:16.80] You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife [00:19.93] We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life [00:22.55] Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip [00:24.84] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches [00:26.98] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels [00:29.93] Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules [00:32.83] Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya [00:34.55] Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased [00:37.61] Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's [00:40.48] Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace [00:42.37] I'll let them n- know it's on for life [00:44.33] Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha) [00:47.13] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed [00:49.52] F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know [00:52.11] See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac [00:54.80] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh [00:57.62] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish [01:00.14] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace [01:02.07] N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey [01:04.65] Check this out [01:05.32] West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me [01:12.62] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo [01:15.59] Biggie Smalls just got shot [01:17.80] Little Moo', pass the MAC [01:18.80] And let me hit him in his back [01:20.23] Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps [01:22.86] Little accident murderer [01:25.17] And I ain't never heard of ya [01:26.49] Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya [01:28.22] Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank [01:30.69] Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint [01:32.68] P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n- [01:35.16] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n- [01:37.83] With the ready power [01:38.73] Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer [01:41.14] I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up! [01:42.97] When you see 2Pac [01:45.56] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh [01:48.09] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish [01:50.69] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace [01:52.14] Nigga, say what? [01:53.76] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel [01:55.50] This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed [01:58.77] With your mouths open [02:00.68] Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin' [02:02.12] Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high [02:04.38] N- think they learned to fly [02:05.50] But they burn, you deserve to die [02:07.75] Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me [02:10.24] All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me? [02:13.55] I'm a self-made millionaire [02:14.38] Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha) [02:17.37] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch [02:20.04] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house? [02:23.07] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style [02:25.17] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled [02:28.49] Now I'm back to set the record straight [02:29.63] With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate [02:32.14] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs [02:36.39] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs [02:38.46] Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease [02:40.52] I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro [02:43.07] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up? [02:45.72] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up [02:48.27] What the, is you stupid [02:49.90] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn [02:51.57] With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block [02:53.73] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot [02:56.37] Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch [02:58.96] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped [03:01.32] All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked [03:03.89] You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker [03:06.53] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker [03:09.12] Softer than Alize with a chaser [03:10.67] About to get murdered for the paper [03:12.52] E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper [03:14.23] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke [03:17.24] Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke [03:19.23] Better be knowin' [03:20.80] We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin' [03:22.10] No need for hopin', it's a battle lost [03:25.39] I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off [03:27.97] I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah [03:44.06] We hit 'em up [03:44.63] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac [03:46.64] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh [03:47.14] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish [03:47.72] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace [03:48.67] Hit 'em up, that's right! [03:49.68] (Take money, take money) [03:50.31]