Outlaw 2000 Lyrics
| Song | Outlaw 2000 |
| Artist | Outlawz |
| Album | Ride Wit Us Or Collide Wit Us |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Uh uh | |
| Outlawz | |
| Who | |
| Why don't y'all niggas move the **** over for a minute | |
| Let us get in | |
| Time's up | |
| Outlaw nigga | |
| Verse 1: napoleon | |
| I was trained to bang | |
| Your life over | |
| Catch a game that pac told you | |
| Fast lane | |
| Can't stay sober | |
| Get the money | |
| Then flip it over | |
| But honeys we lace that | |
| Nigga we stay strapped | |
| You take another step and i'll move you 8 back | |
| For the money i mean mug | |
| You hog and i'll hold a grudge | |
| I'll meet you in the parking lot | |
| Handle some mutha ****as | |
| Solution, there ain't none | |
| Nigga i can't run | |
| It's something gonna be done | |
| Then **** it lets dump some | |
| You wastin your breath | |
| And i'm surprised there's some left | |
| I got my nine on your chest | |
| And you got your mind on your gat | |
| And i got this shit up inside of me | |
| Holdin on like its riding me | |
| Telling me to get this money | |
| **** y'all 'cause you trying me | |
| I bust yall | |
| 'cause you eyeing me | |
| What dog | |
| It's inside me | |
| I blame my shit on society | |
| Stackin money inside of me | |
| Verse 2: edi | |
| Where the **** is my niggas at (right here) | |
| Where the **** is my bitches at (right here) | |
| For the live | |
| We about to enter this game one more time | |
| Now uh | |
| Throw up your mutha ****in hood and make it shine | |
| And a | |
| Give up the mutha ****in goods 'cause they mine | |
| Uh huh | |
| We done forgotten | |
| Dirty niggas from the block | |
| Rotten | |
| Leaving niggas rotten | |
| It's a mutha ****a plottin | |
| Uh huh | |
| We keep it poppin like pussy in the south | |
| Disrespect the lawz | |
| And we'll see fifty to your mouth | |
| We the out-lawz! | |
| Damn right | |
| Stand tight | |
| We the out-lawz! | |
| Smackin these niggas who can't fight | |
| Out-lawz! | |
| Nigga we don't give a what!? | |
| Out-lawz! | |
| Remember we hit 'em up | |
| Chorus: kastro (young noble) | |
| How many mutha ****as here | |
| Gonna show no fear | |
| When there's death in the air | |
| My man | |
| I seen to many crack | |
| Soon as they seen a gat | |
| Even though they be strapped | |
| That ain't g (that ain't g) | |
| I've been all around the world | |
| In every hood that stir | |
| Without a worry in the world | |
| That's me (that's me) | |
| And this outlaw gang | |
| Gonna do a outlaw thang | |
| Till we six feet deep | |
| Six feet deep (six feet deep) | |
| Verse 3: kastro | |
| I wake up with a new 4 | |
| Sleep with 2 4 | |
| And a 12 gauge pump | |
| Waiting for something to jump | |
| Y'all must be kidding me | |
| Talking about ridding me | |
| Faggot | |
| This world is mines and i ain't having it | |
| Listen | |
| How it feel trying to steal | |
| A nigga you can't kill | |
| A nigga so real we make time stand still | |
| That's me | |
| Lil' og | |
| I oded | |
| And one more | |
| My balls hang | |
| And i bang | |
| Till i'm stiff on the floor | |
| Oh no | |
| Yo | |
| They must have did it again | |
| Talking they self to death | |
| They gonna feel it again | |
| And that's that | |
| That's all | |
| That's it | |
| No more | |
| We the realest to ever did this shit thus far | |
| Verse 4: | |
| Dirty jersey only breed | |
| Killers and dogs | |
| Since i'm both i'm in your driveway | |
| With gauge in the fog | |
| Ain't shit sweet about | |
| A nigga from new york | |
| Accept the not guilty verdict | |
| That you hear in the court | |
| Bang you from the car | |
| Rocking me against the world | |
| And the blood from your face fly and land on your girl | |
| I'm gunnin grown | |
| Even bag up coke when my mother home | |
| Just got the new gun | |
| That bust off with another tone | |
| Chorus: 1x | |
| Verse 5: young noble | |
| Yo | |
| Make a move young homie | |
| If you choose young homie | |
| We school young homies | |
| Who the **** is us homies | |
| We out-lawz! | |
| Chewing d mutha ****as | |
| And we about to ball | |
| Best believe mutha ****as | |
| And it's like a bid | |
| I know y'all been waiting to bump this | |
| We raised your kids with this mutha ****in thug shit | |
| Noby the holiest | |
| The cripin and the blood shit | |
| Stripper club shit | |
| Bitches giving love quick | |
| **** this we gonna take it there | |
| Nigga you wants no part of this | |
| We trade your shares | |
| Make it clear | |
| Where you going | |
| Face your fears | |
| A lot of money to be made this year | |
| Over here | |
| And we hate the cops | |
| We catch you niggas slippin | |
| Then we take your block | |
| My homies stay creeping | |
| And we ride for 'pac | |
| You know it ain't a thang | |
| And we ride for yak | |
| You niggas know it ain't a game | |
| 'cause we bleed for this | |
| And if you don't believe in nothing else | |
| Believe in this | |
| Outlawz is it | |
| So come and get it nigga | |
| Chorus 1x |
| Uh uh | |
| Outlawz | |
| Who | |
| Why don' t y' all niggas move the over for a minute | |
| Let us get in | |
| Time' s up | |
| Outlaw nigga | |
| Verse 1: napoleon | |
| I was trained to bang | |
| Your life over | |
| Catch a game that pac told you | |
| Fast lane | |
| Can' t stay sober | |
| Get the money | |
| Then flip it over | |
| But honeys we lace that | |
| Nigga we stay strapped | |
| You take another step and i' ll move you 8 back | |
| For the money i mean mug | |
| You hog and i' ll hold a grudge | |
| I' ll meet you in the parking lot | |
| Handle some mutha as | |
| Solution, there ain' t none | |
| Nigga i can' t run | |
| It' s something gonna be done | |
| Then it lets dump some | |
| You wastin your breath | |
| And i' m surprised there' s some left | |
| I got my nine on your chest | |
| And you got your mind on your gat | |
| And i got this shit up inside of me | |
| Holdin on like its riding me | |
| Telling me to get this money | |
| y' all ' cause you trying me | |
| I bust yall | |
| ' cause you eyeing me | |
| What dog | |
| It' s inside me | |
| I blame my shit on society | |
| Stackin money inside of me | |
| Verse 2: edi | |
| Where the is my niggas at right here | |
| Where the is my bitches at right here | |
| For the live | |
| We about to enter this game one more time | |
| Now uh | |
| Throw up your mutha in hood and make it shine | |
| And a | |
| Give up the mutha in goods ' cause they mine | |
| Uh huh | |
| We done forgotten | |
| Dirty niggas from the block | |
| Rotten | |
| Leaving niggas rotten | |
| It' s a mutha a plottin | |
| Uh huh | |
| We keep it poppin like pussy in the south | |
| Disrespect the lawz | |
| And we' ll see fifty to your mouth | |
| We the outlawz! | |
| Damn right | |
| Stand tight | |
| We the outlawz! | |
| Smackin these niggas who can' t fight | |
| Outlawz! | |
| Nigga we don' t give a what!? | |
| Outlawz! | |
| Remember we hit ' em up | |
| Chorus: kastro young noble | |
| How many mutha as here | |
| Gonna show no fear | |
| When there' s death in the air | |
| My man | |
| I seen to many crack | |
| Soon as they seen a gat | |
| Even though they be strapped | |
| That ain' t g that ain' t g | |
| I' ve been all around the world | |
| In every hood that stir | |
| Without a worry in the world | |
| That' s me that' s me | |
| And this outlaw gang | |
| Gonna do a outlaw thang | |
| Till we six feet deep | |
| Six feet deep six feet deep | |
| Verse 3: kastro | |
| I wake up with a new 4 | |
| Sleep with 2 4 | |
| And a 12 gauge pump | |
| Waiting for something to jump | |
| Y' all must be kidding me | |
| Talking about ridding me | |
| Faggot | |
| This world is mines and i ain' t having it | |
| Listen | |
| How it feel trying to steal | |
| A nigga you can' t kill | |
| A nigga so real we make time stand still | |
| That' s me | |
| Lil' og | |
| I oded | |
| And one more | |
| My balls hang | |
| And i bang | |
| Till i' m stiff on the floor | |
| Oh no | |
| Yo | |
| They must have did it again | |
| Talking they self to death | |
| They gonna feel it again | |
| And that' s that | |
| That' s all | |
| That' s it | |
| No more | |
| We the realest to ever did this shit thus far | |
| Verse 4: | |
| Dirty jersey only breed | |
| Killers and dogs | |
| Since i' m both i' m in your driveway | |
| With gauge in the fog | |
| Ain' t shit sweet about | |
| A nigga from new york | |
| Accept the not guilty verdict | |
| That you hear in the court | |
| Bang you from the car | |
| Rocking me against the world | |
| And the blood from your face fly and land on your girl | |
| I' m gunnin grown | |
| Even bag up coke when my mother home | |
| Just got the new gun | |
| That bust off with another tone | |
| Chorus: 1x | |
| Verse 5: young noble | |
| Yo | |
| Make a move young homie | |
| If you choose young homie | |
| We school young homies | |
| Who the is us homies | |
| We outlawz! | |
| Chewing d mutha as | |
| And we about to ball | |
| Best believe mutha as | |
| And it' s like a bid | |
| I know y' all been waiting to bump this | |
| We raised your kids with this mutha in thug shit | |
| Noby the holiest | |
| The cripin and the blood shit | |
| Stripper club shit | |
| Bitches giving love quick | |
| this we gonna take it there | |
| Nigga you wants no part of this | |
| We trade your shares | |
| Make it clear | |
| Where you going | |
| Face your fears | |
| A lot of money to be made this year | |
| Over here | |
| And we hate the cops | |
| We catch you niggas slippin | |
| Then we take your block | |
| My homies stay creeping | |
| And we ride for ' pac | |
| You know it ain' t a thang | |
| And we ride for yak | |
| You niggas know it ain' t a game | |
| ' cause we bleed for this | |
| And if you don' t believe in nothing else | |
| Believe in this | |
| Outlawz is it | |
| So come and get it nigga | |
| Chorus 1x |
| Uh uh | |
| Outlawz | |
| Who | |
| Why don' t y' all niggas move the over for a minute | |
| Let us get in | |
| Time' s up | |
| Outlaw nigga | |
| Verse 1: napoleon | |
| I was trained to bang | |
| Your life over | |
| Catch a game that pac told you | |
| Fast lane | |
| Can' t stay sober | |
| Get the money | |
| Then flip it over | |
| But honeys we lace that | |
| Nigga we stay strapped | |
| You take another step and i' ll move you 8 back | |
| For the money i mean mug | |
| You hog and i' ll hold a grudge | |
| I' ll meet you in the parking lot | |
| Handle some mutha as | |
| Solution, there ain' t none | |
| Nigga i can' t run | |
| It' s something gonna be done | |
| Then it lets dump some | |
| You wastin your breath | |
| And i' m surprised there' s some left | |
| I got my nine on your chest | |
| And you got your mind on your gat | |
| And i got this shit up inside of me | |
| Holdin on like its riding me | |
| Telling me to get this money | |
| y' all ' cause you trying me | |
| I bust yall | |
| ' cause you eyeing me | |
| What dog | |
| It' s inside me | |
| I blame my shit on society | |
| Stackin money inside of me | |
| Verse 2: edi | |
| Where the is my niggas at right here | |
| Where the is my bitches at right here | |
| For the live | |
| We about to enter this game one more time | |
| Now uh | |
| Throw up your mutha in hood and make it shine | |
| And a | |
| Give up the mutha in goods ' cause they mine | |
| Uh huh | |
| We done forgotten | |
| Dirty niggas from the block | |
| Rotten | |
| Leaving niggas rotten | |
| It' s a mutha a plottin | |
| Uh huh | |
| We keep it poppin like pussy in the south | |
| Disrespect the lawz | |
| And we' ll see fifty to your mouth | |
| We the outlawz! | |
| Damn right | |
| Stand tight | |
| We the outlawz! | |
| Smackin these niggas who can' t fight | |
| Outlawz! | |
| Nigga we don' t give a what!? | |
| Outlawz! | |
| Remember we hit ' em up | |
| Chorus: kastro young noble | |
| How many mutha as here | |
| Gonna show no fear | |
| When there' s death in the air | |
| My man | |
| I seen to many crack | |
| Soon as they seen a gat | |
| Even though they be strapped | |
| That ain' t g that ain' t g | |
| I' ve been all around the world | |
| In every hood that stir | |
| Without a worry in the world | |
| That' s me that' s me | |
| And this outlaw gang | |
| Gonna do a outlaw thang | |
| Till we six feet deep | |
| Six feet deep six feet deep | |
| Verse 3: kastro | |
| I wake up with a new 4 | |
| Sleep with 2 4 | |
| And a 12 gauge pump | |
| Waiting for something to jump | |
| Y' all must be kidding me | |
| Talking about ridding me | |
| Faggot | |
| This world is mines and i ain' t having it | |
| Listen | |
| How it feel trying to steal | |
| A nigga you can' t kill | |
| A nigga so real we make time stand still | |
| That' s me | |
| Lil' og | |
| I oded | |
| And one more | |
| My balls hang | |
| And i bang | |
| Till i' m stiff on the floor | |
| Oh no | |
| Yo | |
| They must have did it again | |
| Talking they self to death | |
| They gonna feel it again | |
| And that' s that | |
| That' s all | |
| That' s it | |
| No more | |
| We the realest to ever did this shit thus far | |
| Verse 4: | |
| Dirty jersey only breed | |
| Killers and dogs | |
| Since i' m both i' m in your driveway | |
| With gauge in the fog | |
| Ain' t shit sweet about | |
| A nigga from new york | |
| Accept the not guilty verdict | |
| That you hear in the court | |
| Bang you from the car | |
| Rocking me against the world | |
| And the blood from your face fly and land on your girl | |
| I' m gunnin grown | |
| Even bag up coke when my mother home | |
| Just got the new gun | |
| That bust off with another tone | |
| Chorus: 1x | |
| Verse 5: young noble | |
| Yo | |
| Make a move young homie | |
| If you choose young homie | |
| We school young homies | |
| Who the is us homies | |
| We outlawz! | |
| Chewing d mutha as | |
| And we about to ball | |
| Best believe mutha as | |
| And it' s like a bid | |
| I know y' all been waiting to bump this | |
| We raised your kids with this mutha in thug shit | |
| Noby the holiest | |
| The cripin and the blood shit | |
| Stripper club shit | |
| Bitches giving love quick | |
| this we gonna take it there | |
| Nigga you wants no part of this | |
| We trade your shares | |
| Make it clear | |
| Where you going | |
| Face your fears | |
| A lot of money to be made this year | |
| Over here | |
| And we hate the cops | |
| We catch you niggas slippin | |
| Then we take your block | |
| My homies stay creeping | |
| And we ride for ' pac | |
| You know it ain' t a thang | |
| And we ride for yak | |
| You niggas know it ain' t a game | |
| ' cause we bleed for this | |
| And if you don' t believe in nothing else | |
| Believe in this | |
| Outlawz is it | |
| So come and get it nigga | |
| Chorus 1x |
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