Verse 1: Young Noble]
Win, lose, or draw
We ain't finished with yall

Bring the pressure down hard
Is you feeling it dawg
Outlawz mutha$#&@as spread coast to coast

You don't $#&@ with Young Nobe'
You suppose to know
Don't get mad when you flop

Like you suppose to flow
Don't get mad cause I $#&@ed her
So check ya hoe

I neck the shows
Death to whoever approach
Matter fact we gettin' you

And whoever was close
Neva was broke
Just neva had enough

So Imma grind in the mud til my bank account flood
You wanna be a thug ^!$$%?
Read a book!

We need more smart souljahs
We already crooks
We ain't gotta do %#@!

Cause yall already done it
One mutha$#&@in' album
That's all it took

We on a whole 'nutha level
They hatin the fact
You got a mutha$#&@in' melon I been waitin' to crack

I'm bringing it back
Thug %#@! to bang in the club
And you could feel it if you pimpin' ^!$$% Crippin' or blood

I'm hearin' a buzz
^!$$%z sayin' Nobe %#@! raw
WestSide, Outlaw

Til they ride out yall

[Chorus: EDI]

Oh Nobe is ya know Get Bac
Outlaw comin' thru ^!$$% it's a fact
One time for my Jerzey Mob

Where you at?
We ain't leavin' this (*##$
Until we takin' a grip for Makaveli

If you feel 'em Get Bac
Hustlaz, Thugz in the place where the sratch
One time for my Cali Mob

Where you at?
We ain't leavin' this (*##$
Until we takin' a grip for Makaveli


[Verse 2: EDI]
Hurry-Hurry get yo dough some mo'

EDI-i, I'm not a new jack
I own my throne
Thug walk -- slick talk

I $#&@ up ya dome
Get ahold of that dime piece
And $#&@ up ya home

Once again it's on
But naw I aint Cube
Imma a N-I- Double G - A, real true

^!$$%z gettin' they $$# kicked by grass flicks
That !@$)gat fa real
Need to get his $$# lynched

It's two-thousand now
It seems everybody 'bout they cash now
Well get cha %#@! and get it quick

Cause we comin' in abundance
If you want itI could give it to you
$#&@in' wit these ^!$$%z

We gon' dick a bunch of (*##$es for ya
The rap game is great money
And (*##$es for ya

The dark side is hate
They don't want you gettin' richer
Stickin' to the plan
It sho' is payin' off
That crazy ^!$$%'z busta gin

You ^!$$%z fakin' dawg
It's a whole lotta yippin' and yappin'
Stick to the rappin'
Be smart let us do the click and the clappin'
It's a whole lotta yippin' and yappin'

Stick to the rappin'
Be smart let us do the click and the clappin'

[Chorus: EDI]


[Verse 3: Napoleon]
^!$$% you don' stepped yo foot in some %#@!
You punk (*##$I got war with you ^!$$%z
But I ain't dyin' like this
If I run up on you cowards

And yo pockets look fat
I put my gat to yo ice
And Imma melt it like that
Street wise, ^!$$% street survive
Throw on my life
War game is my game

And I'll prove it tonight
It the blocks like the cops
Make you punk ^!$$%z drop
Napoleon, strength for the strong
With my hands on the glock
You shot what ^!$$%? Hot what?
^!$$% shut yo mouth!

Throw yo hands up and watch me knock you out
Got a lot to proveLot of %#@! to do
Lotta gunz to pop
And Imma pop 'em at you
We're the last ^!$$%z of the real ^!$$%z
One of the ^!$$%z you can ply
Try all yo life but you ain't gon' deal ^!$$%

And if you holdin' a grudge
You gettin' budged
You runnin' yo mouth
I'll put ya dick in the mud
Outlaw