Gots To Go - Young Noble

Everybody put cha middle fingers up

And represent yo block

If ya hands stays down

You a snitch or a cop

A bitch with cock

And dont belong out here

What I say -- whole waist

So we strong out here

Outlaw clique niggas King Kong out here

And everybody know the words to our songs out here

And everybody on the block love Pac out here

And everybody on the block love Yak out here

We like pits on a strip

Ya can’t swat out here

You don’t know how many guns my niggas got out here

But yall niggas really think that yall could clock out here

When every night the old folks call the cops out here

Every night the old folks here shots out here

Jerzey Mob -- Outlaw got it locked out here

And anything that goes down we got to drop out here

And anybody creppin' thru we gon' spot out here

Stop, pop, drop, and roll

Out of townerz on ya block

And they gotz 2 go now

(Muszamil)

I came long ways

From blockz of Jerzey

Three-80 building hallway

Cops surround me

The bloody streets of Irvington

Young thugs caught up

But ever since 10

That’s the way I was brought up

They shoulda' killed me then

I wonder why they didn’t

Ain’t no friends in this cold-hearted muthafuckin' business

I know -- my parents got murdered over dough

I’m rappin' now

I ain’t selling coke no mo'

I put the drugs down

Left the game all along

You’ll neva win and some of these niggas’ll neva know

They addicted and burnt out -- in position

It’s too late to get out now

Charges poppin' up stickin

(Homicide)

Stop, drop -- nigga why you 'round here?

We Outlawz -- put that game down 'round here

They call me Homi

Ground the caine round all year

I talk to Tommy

While the Jerz Mob downstairs

They came to hate a Homi

But get an Army

Cause it’s off yeah

We first to bomb

Specializing in warefare

Ride or die for the war

Where I put in work

Screamin' fuck the earth

Middle finger to the law -- yeah

Stop, pop, drop, and roll

Out of townerz on ya block

And they gotz 2 go now

(Napoleon)

It’s like I’m walking thru a cemetary

Breathin' but I’m really buried

Starting trouble everyday at clubs

It ain’t necessary

Half-way thug started thuggin 'bout a week ago

I was slappin' niggas before Pac signed to Death Row

Jerzey niggas know it

Cause it’s all in my blood

Fag niggas show respect when they see my black gloves

I ain’t got nuttin' to live for but Salik

And Salik know daddy on the urge of release

Stand with heat

But prayin for peace

But die for war

Ain’t nuttin' to eat so we told the streets like before

Who the fuck wanna see the down stare of a reaper

I ain’t tryna die either

So talk to this mili-meter

So --- break yoself, make yoself, take yoself

Fuckin' with me -- I’ll make you hate yoself

Empty the shelf or empty what’s left

Burn thru yo chest

Sellin' these tracks is like sellin' yo death

Napoleon

Stop, pop, drop, and roll

Out of townerz on ya block

And they gotz 2 go now