Mask Down

What Young Noble nigga Get it right Verse 1: Young Noble For the world My girl My kid My dog And I know you mad at Pac for creating the Outlawz For the block Cops and the pigeons who watch For the dope The blow The crime The dro For the rhymes The dimes The crimes And the time For the message The lesson The stressing and the blessing For the hurt The work The smurfs in the dirt For the schools The tools The rules The fools For the dead The fed The party's over here For the wild The style It started in the Claire For the street The beat The niggas with the heat For the Lawz The dogs We do this shit for y'all For the jails The cells The waiting on your mail For the pain The rain The mutha fuckin game For the heart The narcs The niggas in the park And you have to have your heat Because it's crazy after dark nigga Chorus: 2x Young Noble: For the dough The creme The hoes The fiends And I'm riding till my life is through And mashing for my dreams Click clack up I'm mashing for my team Bitch back up Ya Yo: We outta mask up And hit they ass up Verse 2: Ya Yo For the life The stripes The knife and the price For the Ya the Yo The days with the blow For the drops The coupes The shots off the roof For the niggas The bitches The trigger finger itching For the hoods The 'burbs The homies with the herb For the safe combination And keys to your place For the cars The jewels The furs The ??? For the bitches who be copying Ya Watching all my moves For the rise and fall Of mine and yours Yeah you're from the cradle I was born an Outlaw Verse 3: Edi Getting paid Getting laid All day Everyday Niggas hate Don't matter We gonna come up anyway Edi Ahmeen Outlaw Bring your team down raw Peep this scheme Now all calling them fake nigga holocaust And of course we enforce everything that we spitting here Yo you smell something funky hear That's because we just shitted here In this year Niggas get it clear See there shares disappear We coming from the rear Got you running in fear Verse 4: H-Rider When the job needs to be done I'm there for the cause Riding and dying for the cause They'll never come Dick riders And the dick provide you with guns That spit hand first Come quick Bang in silence Since I hit for the kid I'm a ??? rider Somehow I got bullets that'll find you And if you don't like me And cross me There's gonna be problems I harm 'em in the arm and leg Right here is where you lay Young Noble: Outlaw Chorus: 2x Verse 5: Napoleon It's the life Full of cash Full of gats Full of hoes Got bullet hoes for foes Trying to stay up on my toes In the middle of the ghetto Ain't got nowhere to turn Just plenty of money to earn And plenty of money to burn When feds hit the block Go ahead with your shots Lead for the cops Head full of dots Cremated on the spot It's a cycle for the long pay Might just go the wrong way Grinding in a strong way Get along No way Drama at the law Riding for the cause Coming at your door Your nigga dead and he don't know what he died for What about that nigga that struggling Ain't sleeping right What about them kids on the street Ain't eating right Outlaw Treat 'em like we do it so OG like Living life Taking flights Niggas might just die tonight Murder cases in a bloody way Something gotta get a day You outta your mind if you say ain't heard of me