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[Young Zee]
*Talking*
Im allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want...
This the Outhouse...
Lemme smoke a joint first...
Here, Pace...
[Young Zee]
95%25 of all yall rappers butt
And yall ride dick so much yall gon make me nuts
Youll get your jaw clocked, Ill drag your ass for four blocks
Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop
Gay or straight, my Papermatell do a date rape
Zee cant wait, Ill go Great Bank on a blank tape
Flossed like (Spic Nice?), stick you for your thick ice
Good to hit twice fore you catch me usin trick dice
Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
My colon holdin pills, fuck takin some Golden Seal
I smoke leaky and black like BET
And fuck hoes raw dog til my balls catch VD
Mess with us, straight up, yall better bust
Im the one youll never dust, its still the same as it ever was
Ill leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls
And scream, "If yall aint Outz then yall could ride my balls!"
Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
And ride for your crispy 850-I
I fuck with them drugs cuz it gets me high
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Been doin this rap shit since 85
Then Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
Its only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
[Slang Ton]
Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy
Put em in the hospital and give em a poison IV
My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk
It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps
We sip lots of liq shots
It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I
kickboxed with flip-flops
And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy
Shit I be dyin for is your piece of shit hobby?
You borin like Oran Dice, Im more than hype
Bungee jumpin with corners mics from Torrence Sithes
Ton Slanga, Im dopin, pills and cokin
Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin
[Az-izz]
Now, when your partner die, who got the right
To do the homicide and you shot the guy?
And when yous bout to cry who got you high?
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Ill blast the guy that dont pass the lye
Leave him paralized and agonized
Fellas, grab the thighs thats by your side
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
[D.U.]
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
[Pace Won]
Wanna live this Outsida business
Blunt splitters, all that
Multiple musical contracts to fallback...
On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat...
Armed like Emmit when I rush crews
More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove
Dont need hands to touch you
Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like
The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe
Slap the fuck out you, remember us
Im the man your father never was, or couldve been
Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I wouldve went
Got it down, yo
Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldnt "Take The Crown Home"
Try to call me out and get the dial tone
Pace Woner, dickin 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer
[Eminem]
Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein chased
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