Getlow Outlawz - Young Noble

2K2 nigga

Uh huh uh huh

It’s them get low niggas and them outlaw niggas

What’s up Young Nobe?

JT The Bigga Figga

Dub Uh Huh Uh Huh

Telly Mac though

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 mothafuckin' murder team

We young hogs, skinny nigga swingin big balls

Big guns in our drawers

You puppies woofin' to this big dog

I keep my shit raw, clique lavish explicit battle on all y’all

Get Low Outlaw, give a fuck about y’all

We hit you niggas 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 nigga with a loud mouth and a new Tech

It’s double D in the place to be, bitch

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 crap 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 niggas bang with they plastic swangin'