[Intro: Focus…]

Yeah, Outlawz!

E.D.I., Young Noble, Kastro

I am yours truly, Focus…

Let's go!

[Verse 1: E.D.I. Mean]

Now you done heard a lot of talk 'bout me and my niggas

Them outlaw worldwide mob figures

From triumph to tragedy

To right back on top and niggas still mad at me

For pushin' that big truck on 24's

A square feet in ATL game lockjaw

Man, that's what my nigga got shot for

Bein' to muh'fuckin' raw for these fuck boys

See the darkness, see the light, he wanna kill it

Misery love company and that's the real shit

But in 2005 I'm on some kill shit

'Fore a nigga sneak upon me and peel this

I'm takin' a stand with MAC in hand

Born killer like them niggas in Pakistan

It's simple, gotta get 'em 'fore I die

Like the old West, see now we load TEC's to ride

[Chorus: stic.man]

I know, Mama, you did your best at raisin' me

Now your baby done became a G

When I'm out in them streets

The only one that got me is me

I keep my hand upon my heat

'Cause you know, Mama, you didn't raise no bitch

So if a nigga wanna get at me

I be out in them streets, my thing cocked

'Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me

Real talk

[Verse 2: Young Noble]

Every day is a new challenge

I'm a savage in my New Balance

A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent

Blame the machine but fuck it, I'm a hustla, bitch!

So we start our own label sellin' bricks legit

Power to the people, a lot of power in my pencil

We the hope for the hopeless, a voice for the voiceless

Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game

Years later, less members, but the feelin' the same

Straight from the heart, we makin' a mark

Live for the day, don't wait for tomorrow

Haters gettin' they wrong

I seen the streets wrap sheets round the toughest of niggas

I seen prison put religion in the roughest of niggas

They say gangstas don't live that long, too many turncoat

That's fucked up, puttin' cuffs on your folks

Coincidental the Outlawz instrumental

And raisin' a thug nation, we influential

[Chorus: stic.man]

I know, Mama, you did your best at raisin' me

Now your baby done became a G

When I'm out in them streets

The only one that got me is me

I keep my hand upon my heat

'Cause you know, Mama, you didn't raise no bitch

So if a nigga wanna get at me

I be out in them streets, my thing cocked

'Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me

Real talk

[Verse 3: Kastro]

My mother ain't made no sucka

Raised in the gutta, I'm a made motherfucka

All I know is get paid, motherfucka

All day, motherfucka, one way or another

And ain't nobody nowhere that can stop me

Call me cocky—you tennis, I'm hockey

Mix a little bit of Pac and Yaki

With black Rocky and my pops who got me

Real talk, I never took a short

Unless it was support, I'm stressin', ain't my fault

And I walk these dogs, I'm a soldier

Don't you wanna be like me when you grow up?

A man of honor, comma, good Karma

Niggas wants drama, I got the problem solver

Big-ass SIG, that's that shit

Plus a bully, that's a fully-automatic!

[Chorus: stic.man]

I know, Mama, you did your best at raisin' me

Now your baby done became a G

When I'm out in them streets

The only one that got me is me

I keep my hand upon my heat

'Cause you know, Mama, you didn't raise no bitch

So if a nigga wanna get at me

I be out in them streets, my thing cocked

'Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me

Real talk