Hahaha. Oh yeah. My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never). Hahaha. Yeah. Huh. My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down. Ugh. Yeah. My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey). (Westside westside). Part two of the war. Bring it lets do it. Huhuhuh. [Verse 1: Tupac]. Cross this nigga here. Now Biggie tell me who do you fear?. Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here. My last four flashed then I mashed his ass. Bastard. Fuck with me bet I blast your ass. So many follow but can't reach me. Caught in a maze. Catch em. Mimicking my style trying to walk this way. Impossible my posse dropping you. We Death Row riders. No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us. Feeling blessed. The richer I get the more I stress. Smoking lye watching time fly waiting for death. Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus. Paranoid with my pistols close smoking trees. Keep my eyes on my foes those close to me. Watching niggas catch strays shake choke and bleed. Me. A mercenary for the streets. Check my pedigree. Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me. Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit. Then get to squealing. Bitch made catching feeling. Hahaha. [Chorus X2]. Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown. My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down. Screaming bye bye bitches. Untouchable sound. Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town. Catching Feelings. [Verse 2: Napolean]. Yeah Napolean... Picture me sipping on 1-5-1. Drunk then a motherfucker. Dropping my gun. Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun. But that ain't me. Dog my minds now clear. And that ain't fair dog. Your heart pump fear. In the state I *censored*. You better hide nigga *censored* is near. And you know just as well I do. You ain't no killer. So kill that. You wouldn't kill if you had to. We might wobble but we don't fall down. We take the gospel from Makaveli. Pass it around. Ahhhh shit. We gonna taste the power. We started the thug trend. The game is ours. Now we coast together. Put our thoughts together. Won't question will we die together. Cause the hour is soon to come. Kadafi trained soldier. I show you how to use your gun. Bring it. [Chorus x2]. Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown. My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down. Screaming bye bye bitches. Untouchable sound. Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town. Catching Feelings. [Verse 3]. We Yelling. M - A - D - E. N - I - Double G. A. Motherfuckers. And we here to stay. From curb surfing. We working the industry. You kidding me. It's really nothing to me and my king. You see. We in the big things. Eat a dick man. If your hating. We gone ride. 'Till the wheels fall off. Pay attention. Screaming. Bye bye bitches. Untouchable sound (ugh). Ride or die niggas. And we hunting you down. Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap. Banging out with the po po. Trying to get to some mo'. Street life. Young strugglers. Racing the clock. Ain't no telling when it all can end. Roll or rock. That's the world. With feelings. This a mans world youngin'. The bitches in business. So learn a 'lil something. Hey. Stop running your mouth. You're on the verge of squealing. Bitch made catching feelings. Nigga. Ugh. [Chorus x2]. Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown. My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down. Screaming bye bye bitches. Untouchable sound. Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town. Catching Feelings. [Verse 4]. Everybody's a gangsta. But don't put in work. Instead of putting on the armor. Niggas put on a skirt. These drugs ain't helping. It only making it worse. And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs. I can't trust the church or the mobs. I can only trust God. And to tell you the truth I gotta ride. I only roll with the real. Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed. [Chorus x3]. Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown. My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down. Screaming bye bye bitches. Untouchable sound. Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town. Catching Feelings.