[Intro: 2Pac]
Outlaw Immortalz
Bow down to somethin' greater than yourself, trick
Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls, they know
You watchin' but you ain't seein' what lies before you, biatch
Picture, if you will
Seven deadly human beings blessed with the gift of speech
The power to reach each nigga on every street
May the heavenly Father look down and be proud of what transpired
Since the day the seed was planted
The G grew but we know he'd have a clique
Smoked out, loced out, all into shit
Just me and my dogs, livin' like hogs, Outlaw Immortalz
What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue
What lies between is the fiction
Don't fuck around and make it true
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
My adversaries crumble, when we rumble it's a catastrophe
Out for revenge on bitch niggas that blasted me
Plus, my alias is Makaveli
A loaded .357 with hollow points to a nigga belly
Bust him to see if he bleed
He shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me
They call my name out and niggas run
Best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come
[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two-game table
I'm robbin' your nigga's cradle with a knife in your navel
Rap-related, criminally activated and evil
I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin' Desert Eagle
'Til the end, I'm tellin' all friends and enemies
You see what I got to make you freeze
To touch me, you need ten of these
Complete most wanted on the streets of the East Coast
Young Gunz fire and niggas bleed, I see Mo
[Verse 3: Kastro]
I be shinin' like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin' holdin' pistols
The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials
Sew up all the potential, million, billion-dollar baller potential
Sort it ought to call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you
Take cash, bro, fast yo, for my Kastro
Blast and I'ma last yo' past all these Glass Joes
And assholes who claim, like they be runnin' thangs
I be gunnin' those same niggas runnin' late, to their fate
[Verse 4: Napoleon & 2Pac]
My alias is motherfuckin' Napoleon, and I'd rather be
Robbin' again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin'
But it ain't nothin', and I got no time for no bluffin'
Before a nigga finish with puttin' in work, I better end up with somethin'
I think these niggas got the game fucked up
If they don't believe that a young nigga like me would bust (Boo-ya)
Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin' cases, fuck probation
Is what I'm screamin' when these money hungry cops be chasin'
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Thug nigga 'til we die
No mercy on these player hatin' bitches, ask me why
When we ride
Thug nigga 'til we die
No mercy on these player hatin' bitches, ask me why
When we ride
[Verse 5: Big Syke & E.D.I. Mean]
It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini
Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me
Drug warlord, ridin' Concorde jets
Rag Vette's, shakin' bitches and snitches and trippin' on sets
Inglewood's banger, keepin' one in the chamber
For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride
Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin' no end to revenge
Fuck any, my alias Mussolini (Huh)
[Verse 6: E.D.I. Mean]
They call me E.D.I., from the side of seedy
Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin' up on these niggas easy
It ain't nothin', 'cause if they wantin' somethin'
So I'ma commence to dump and stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin', thuggin'
To my fuckin' last note, with Lil' 'Pole and Kastro
Who you thought was on that asshole? Don't ask, though
Outlaw Immortalz doin' this dit-nirt on the slide
Ain't no chance to hide when we ride
[Verse 7: Yaki Kadafi]
My alias Kadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy
Six-three and cocky, quick to hit your bitch if she jock me
Severely addicted to livin' like a fuckin' felon
While beefin' with rookie cops, the cookie rocks a nigga sellin' since a shorty
I been livin' life defiant, nickel plated chrome
Got this baby Capone lookin' like a giant, and I ain't lyin'
It's like it's me against myself with all these backstabbin' snakes grabbin' at my fuckin' wealth
[Verse 8: Mo Khomeini]
Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer
The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers
I'm that nigga with the fifty-cap pouch with the murderous stacks
That increase while these motherfuckers eat beef
It's been a long road, a lot of episodes
And as the Glock loads, I got to teach hoes
Reach hoes, make 'em feel a nigga when I'm mashin'
Now I'm surpassin' any assassin
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Thug niggas 'til we die
No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why
When we ride
Thug niggas 'til we die
No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why
When we ride
Thug niggas 'til we die
No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why
When we ride
Thug niggas 'til we die
No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why
When we ride
[Outro: 2Pac]
Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz, baby (Right)
Y'all niggas can't fade this ol' crazy shit (Can't see me, can't see me)
Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Kadafi, Mussolini
Amin, Napoleon, Khomein
What y'all really wanna do?
Haha, like them niggas said
"What would you do if you could fuck with me and my crew?"
Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah, nigga
Last year we was Thug Life
This year we Thug Life but we Outlaw Immortalz
We die, nigga, but we multiply, we like legends, nigga, like forever
Like, I'll make you famous, motherfucker
I'm talkin' about Newsweek and Time Magazine
And all that old good shit
My niggas make the papers, baby
My niggas make the front page
Multiple gunshots, execution style, wild shit, they ain’t knowin'
We out
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