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outside - mo3 lyrics

[intro]
you know what nigha, you acting like a lil’ b*tch right now. now these mothaf*cka’s smoked yo god d*mn cousin in front of you nigha, in front of yo face and you ain’t gone do sh*t. we gone go ahead and smoke these mothaf*cka’s. i don’t give a f*ck who out there
(gangsta baby, gangsta baby, gangsta baby, gangsta baby, i’m in the streets baby, streets baby, the streets raised me, the streets made me, i’m a gangsta baby, baby ,baby, im in the streets baby, baby, baby.)

[verse 1: mo3]:
you thinking i won’t set it off, tell these nighas they dumb, they really gotta put 3 on the track, cause if not who the f*ck gone put the d on the map. keep my hand by the strap when i sleep where i’m at. got a hundred drum with ??? gun. with extended clip serving dope feen with a strap. god forgive me for k!llin ’em, rap nigha play me i’ll hit ’em up get his kids beat with a bat. throw away derringer, relocate body they pick it up, hit ’em up, get at me wait. got a lot of more nighas, we know where they lay, body for body we know where they stay. my partna got choppa he a block we invade. yoppa chop they whole block up. then go buy a wraith. let down the window glock 23 the extendo 30 rip through nighas waist. turn down they corner say they slanging iron, knock his head through his chest (how you do that) shoot him in his face bout 56 times. b*tch that’s on my life i put that line in bout 56 rhythms. walk a nigha down 2 to the face, put 6 in his spine. been jammin kevin gates i need a break. i can’t think when i’m driving. had to name my new a.k. super thick, that b*tch shaped like rihanna. tote that 223, i keep that heat i think i’m lebron. do ’em dirty, with that 30, like i’m curry, b*tch i think i’m stephen

[hook: mo3]:
b*tch i’m outside, i’m outside, yeah, outside, outside
if they want smoke tell em, we outside, we outside yeah. get baptized, its naptime
and they can find me in the north side, get hog tied, yeah. cause i’m outside, i’m outside
if they want smoke tell ’em we outside, we outside. yeah get baptized its naptime

[verse 2: mo3]
blood hound, gangsta, crip, vice lord, gd. i make ’em twist they fingers up that’s why they buy my cd
look, throw away, we gone shoot something, you know how we be. candle light, oh we k!ll something, oh, he on tv.!
187 on a nigha but i ain’t crippin b*tch that’s homicide, its 282 blood i’m bleeding till the basket dry. oh you acting out keep on laughing it’s that action now, catch him all in traffic with that ratchet then i clap him down. school boy you graduated you got ya cap and gown. get out the streets before you get smoked, just like a black&mild. go ask around, talk of the town, b*tch i ain’t backing down. i got that burner on me i keep it with me won’t catch me lacking fam

[hook 2: mo3]
b*tch i’m outside, i’m outside, yeah, outside, outside
if they want smoke tell em, we outside, we outside yeah. get baptized, its naptime
and they can find me in the north side, get hog tied, yeah. cause i’m outside, i’m outside
if they want smoke tell ’em we outside, we outside. yeah get baptized its naptime

gangsta baby, gangsta baby, gangsta baby, gangsta baby, i’m in the streets baby, streets baby, the streets made me, the streets raised me, i’m a gangsta baby, baby ,baby, im in the streets baby, baby, baby

- mo3 lyrics

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