Lightz Out - Young Noble

Outlaw Recordz Yeah

Thug brothers Outlaw

Jerzey Mob nigga

What up Kastro?

Crime, hustle, maintain

Come up, new seasons change

Ride or die, live to tell, give 'em hell nigga

Bang out, pull 'em thangs out and my people say

Oh no, you don’t want war (Y'all don’t want no war)

Outlaw Thug Life turn the lights off

Oh no, you don’t want war (Turn them lights off)

Outlaw world wide turn the the lights off

You can take a page out my history book and see what misery looks like

A shattered past darker than night, the mobster fights

The narcs and the

No more dreams for this young ass teen

I came out clean though, 'caus when I went to Jail I nevr stayed

And when them niggas started bustin' I came out unscathed

Guardian angel or just good luck

Or a young ass nigga who saw game and soaked it up

Probably all of the above and I ain’t crazy

Shit I know I thangs happen everyday so I stay heated

And all you industry geeks got us twisted

We them niggas that lives this, in case you missed it

I never rat on my friends y’all niggas eat cheese

Got ya bitch by the brains bout to make her eatin D

Boy I come from a long line of row

We grind for more, turn ya lights off

Crime, hustle, maintain

Come up, new seasons change

Ride or die, live to tell, give 'em hell nigga

Bang out, pull 'em thangs out, what people say

Oh no, y’all don’t want war

Outlaw Thug Life turn the lights off

Oh no, y’all don’t want war

Outlaw world wide turn the the lights off

Out on the block

See my nigga picked him up said «we on now»

Us lil young mofuckas swear we grown now

We hit the streets since we was thirteen, barely had Twenty dollars

Now you see us ridin' new Impalas

Crossed over bridges while makin' mills in this rap shit

Took the dirty money and we found another to attract it

Knowin these niggas be tryna get me for the dough

I’m keepin' pistol, they quick to let the handle show

Die These lil niggas better shoot fast

Don’t think we won’t throw them thangs, we known for whoopin niggas ass

Malicious we’ve even got some older niggas scared

Just point the finger at them niggas that you want dead

We sit and rollin' up a sack of weed, talkin' to me

A fifth of liquor is what we probably need

And by the time we both in the zone

He start to tellin' me bout niggas he was plottin' on

Niggas he puttin' on niggas he done broke his motorola on

Talkin' bout them niggas on the block they don’t get along

Zane

There’s one rule to life, get yours nigga

Got bullets in your gun?

Spit yours nigga

Is a lick to be hit?

Hit yours nigga!

If there’s bricks to be flippped, flip yours nigga

If your peeps really in need, loan yours nigga

If there’s hits to be made, own yours nigga

One the right track, fight back, fuck the bark

You niggas live life blind tryna touch the dark

You a fuckin' mark, don’t make me start

With the Jerzey Mob and the Bonapartes

You blown, listen to this in the dark

When the Outlawz ride nigga

My pen is taught niggas on the streets the truth

Even though I’m twentytwo my old soul is

We used to guzzle old gold and poof

Aye yo we used to muscle grown folks on the roof for loot

If you lose a boot, nothin' but a new recruit

What the fuck you gonna do nigga?

Tie your shoe

Crime, hustle, maintain

Come up, new seasons change

Ride or die, live to tell, give 'em hell nigga

Bang out, pull 'em thangs out, what people say

Oh no, y’all don’t want war

Outlaw Thug Life turn the lights off

Oh no, y’all don’t want war

Outlaw world wide turn the the lights off

I ain’t got no time to wait

I thug heavy whether you ready or not

And if you handled them with Glocks

If you start to feelin' faint, I’ll probably hit you with some shots

And actin fast you just didn’t hear the pop

I’m not the one to test, I ain’t got enough time to let you be fuckin' off mine

Time is of the essence, the stressin' it make you ugly

I couldn’t floss if I had bad karma, 'cause they among me

And I know it hurt and the hate leave scars

Got em warrin' over money and turf that ain’t ours

Well it’s ours, you niggas know we run this shit

So don’t ever bring your boys or your gun here bitch

You fuckin right, we don’t belong here, we possessive

Life’s a contradiction, suck dick with them suggestions

Or come to the east side and see how my hood is

'Cause everybody here tryna see what livin' good is

So watch all your big mouth talk about your ballin'

But we get you, but you rich, you just back down in your wallet

I’m makin' money with the arabs, break cash, straigh slabs of raw

The spectacular, the ghetto star

The lyrical jabberjaw with the baddest broad inside the lavish car

Half of y’all talk shit behind my back, but me no mad at y’all

I laugh at y’all, ha-ha-ha, foolish mortal I rebuke you peasants

comin' through like betters To scoop ya letters million dollar fettish

Gotta get it, war with me I put a bomb inside your kids presents

Kerbloom, black suits fill the room

Got killas and goons baggin' heroine fillin' baloons

The realest platoon outlaws down that cryst

Smoke-A-Lot smoke pounds of piss

With rubber bands around my wrist

Callers be countin' the chips

And don’t leave me around your bitch

She get a mouth full of dick

That nigga Nobe and Yukmouth so sick

Iced out pull the fo' five out to wipe you out

Lights out bitch