getlow outlawz - young noble lyrics
[intro: jt the bigga figga]
2k2 n*gga
uh huh uh huh
it’s them get low n*ggas and them outlaw n*ggas
what’s up young n0be?
jt the bigga figga
dub uh huh uh huh
telly mac though
[verse 1: jt the bigga figga]
my life is nothin’ like a movie on the big screen
my clique reads for green, the black version of scream
i’ve got a mothaf*ckin’ murder team
we young hogs, skinny n*gga swingin big b*lls
big guns in our drawers
you puppies woofin’ to this big dog
i keep my sh*t raw, clique lavish explicit battle on all y’all
get low outlaw, give a f*ck about y’all
we hit you n*ggas quick with the south paw
cash on delivery, criminal chemistry
keep 45 infinity, the mobsta of the industry
politically incorrect, just retrospect
and respect a skinny n*gga with a loud mouth and a new tech
[verse 2: double*d]
it’s double d in the place to be, b*tch
and i got what it takes to make a g flip so quick
i’m colder than ice pistol holdin’ while strollin’ at night
to me it’s nothin’ dog like rollin’ a dice
whether hit or cr*p out, whatever [?] then i’m back out
on the streets like a wild beast, stabbin’ with his gat out
fiendin’ for blood, lost human beings fiendin’ for love
lost in the mind blinded by the demons and drugs
where the love at? catch me on the corner where the thugs at
blow a dub sack with ya, bust a couple raps with ya
then i gotta jet ’cause my set be flamin’
for respect n*ggas bang with they plastic sw*ngin’
[chorus: telly mac]
it’s the outlawz and get low, we out to get the real dough
west coast east coast, dirty jerz to fillmoe
get ya scrill yo, it’s for real yo
get ya scrill yo, it’s for real
it’s the outlawz and get low, we out to get the real dough
west coast east coast, dirty jerz to fillmoe
get ya scrill yo, it’s for real yo
get ya scrill yo, it’s for real
[verse 3: jt the bigga figga]
if you catch me with the mic in my hand i’m comin’ right from the van
with major plots to get to hundreds of grands
i got ’em scopin’ or blowin’ take ’em all for the flow
and stay skirtin in a mothaf*ckin’ fo tre o
leathered down like i’m loc a low
zigg zagg in they pockets to makin profit’s like the dope man code
i stay silky when i’m bobbin and weavin’ i may be robbin and thievin
makin fetti, i could hardly believe it
my n*ggas thuggin for the rap sheet, they l*st for papes
we tuck the tape, and majors get f*cked in the face
i’m a hot boy h*o*v* and always stay low key
a outlaw, from the g*l*p
[verse 4: young n0ble]
young n0ble outlaw, with my get low family
from the scro to the bricks, n*ggas understand me
never underrated, never wanna make me mad neither
i’m tycoonin like that jt the bigga figga
you might catch n0be cruisin’ through fillmoe
meet telly mac, double d and d*mo
puffin a swisher or f*ckin’ with b*tches
you know them low and them law n*ggas we don’t f*ck with snitches
jt the one that said we should go independent and we
we dropped ride with us or collide with us
now the ball is bouncin’ the lawz is countin’
calls from my accountants to the mall i’m bouncin’
and i’m never gonna stop this sh*t
all my n*ggas in the bay, they gon’ cop this sh*t
outlaw get low, who can top this sh*t?
i got back up before when i fire i hate
[chorus: telly mac]
it’s the outlawz and get low, we out to get the real dough
west coast east coast, dirty jerz to fillmoe
get ya scrill yo, it’s for real yo
get ya scrill yo, it’s for real
it’s the outlawz and get low, we out to get the real dough
west coast east coast, dirty jerz to fillmoe
get ya scrill yo, it’s for real yo
get ya scrill yo, it’s for real
[verse 5: telly mac]
i’m the mothaf*ckin’ general, my n*ggas call me mac tell
from the fillmoe, frisco, the city of pack bill
mark f*ck a mark, it be murder after dark
when you come into the bay with the giants and the sharks
we be sharp, and we all be on point like darts
in the streets, how they do it in the jerz back east
what we don’t need no iron, we already creased
and what we speak, happens every day of the week
sh*t we need street wars when the heat pours
and if you able to get low or the outlawz then detour
we blowin’ up like c*4, out for respect, no rewards
open up yo’ eyes n*gga see more than you saw before
[verse 6: san quinn]
you get destroyed like the world trade, the world amazed
when the verse is served i burn the page
i set the stage for the g*sh*t to occur
bricks we scur you found hatin’ ’cause my foundation is firm
press the issue like perms, harder than jada’s
i move in silence, k!ll n*ggas on paper (blaow!)
you’re bodies will be missin (ha!)
no longer will you be mentioned (no!)
life fiction outlaw get low fillmoe mission (n*gga!)
loc down like a 20 sack, get pride give me that
‘fore i put you where the worms be, show you how the semi act
a d*mn fool, truly rude
like a jamaican never will i be fakin’ a move
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