[Intro]

Hey yo, it's DJ Kay Slay the Drama King! The Big Brother! And this album dedicated to everyone holding it down for the true art form of the hip hop culture over the years! But there's one question I've been meaning to ask some of you fans out there. If you all claim you love Tupac so much why the fuck y'all support a team? Outlawz!

[Verse 1: Young Noble]

They call me Young Nobe, my verses so cold

I'm in the booth for the Cheryl and the 40 Belows

From the era when you had to have original flows

Now rappers from the East Coast sound like Future or the Migos

What happened to my people? Game full of lost souls (lost souls)

For a car and a chain will you sell your soul? (No!)

Outlawz, we the voice of the underdog

And if you listen close, you can hear the word of God

Mashallah, I'm blessed with the patience

Plottin' for twenty years to give the game a facelift

Throwback like Lottos, Ellesses or the Asics

Graffiti or the break-in, me and E.D.I. be rage 'em

Rage with my thug brothers

Makaveli, Kadafi, Hussein Fatal, Big Syke, they no longer with us

But we still hear the message real clear (clear) and feel you

Staring at the world through my rearview

Man of my word, get what I deserve

I was just fourteen from Jers' up on 143rd

Coppin' what I needed, then shoppin' for some sneakers

Before cellphones we was rockin' off the beepers

Kay Slay tapes through my boombox speakers

Seen good dudes go from Tupac to Bishop

Posted in the park watchin' for the roaches

And the narcs, first blunt, through this verse I ain't cursed once

[Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean]

Shout out to Slay, this gon' get more paper from me

But I ain't gon' stop 'til I'm gettin' that ballplayer money

Ridin' round L.A. in that all-gray Junky

With a redbone bitch ridin' shotty rolled it for me

I was born on the bloody streets of BK

Where the rats and the roaches mingle with the vultures

Our heroes' photos was on wanted posters

Man I came up under niggas that'll do you for the culture

I run up plays mad, you can call me Coach E.D.I

Weed's legal where I'm at so you know I smoke freely

Palm trees cover the crib, we in the burbs now

Tell a little homie to turn down, we workin' now

Over here, nigga, that's the motto and the hashtag

Hittin' niggas up, man, don't have me a flashback

Twenty years removed, the dude' still movin'

You can lie all you want but the streets know who the truth is

Did it on our own, we ain't kiss no ass either

Boy, I'm on the court, I can't hear you in the bleachers

Hatin' ass niggas on the blogs, get a real job

Pull up to your podcast, kidnap your whole staff

If it ain't about cash, man, I don't wanna know

If they ain't playin' Pac, boy, I don't wanna go

If it ain't Kay Slay, no turnin' on my radio

Outlaw for life, you hear me, that's the way to go