Just go out to C. G. Lars Tucker, Bob Dole, and anybody else to feel like they stronger than the Constitution. Freedom of speech, big baby. Freedom of speech. Outlaws! That goddamn rap music, I hate that. It's just so violent and it destroys everybody. It makes the kids crazy. The kids kill people. They're cop haters. They're going against society. I don't understand the music. It's too loud. It's too loud. It's too rowdy. It's too violent. Let's ban all rap music. Ban Tupac. Ban the outlaw immortals. Ban them. Listen, it ain't no stopping. I gotta hustle, cop it, and make it double. Try to stop it or touch it, I'ma cock it and bust it. Just *** it, I'm trying to get it. And pick it to fast, live and get rich or die trying. I've been operating under thug laws as a warrior. Oppressed by the industry, the hip-hop government. Washed in the rash by the hip-hop police. Why you think not? Screaming hip-hop to cease. No toughness. All these judges got grudges. Giving my niggas life for a little next to nothing. So wherever you are, just a little extra something. You ain't the only one we all going through the struggle. Penny pinching, it's like you really ain't living. Result on the 211s. Cooking in the kitchen like we looking and we wishing. Praying, will he hear it? He's eating out my spirit. Speaking from experience. You can't break me, never make me bust a softer beat. Since outlaw style got a brother off the streets. Mr. Muratucka, sue me, I won't stop. Till we get justice for these cooking cops on my block. Time Warner full of sissies, tell them all to miss me. I bust the hypocrites, whistling Dixie. Good riddance, cause you never should have touched me. You calloused me, you couldn't take the pressure. I'ma make you sorry, trust me. Cry when they drop me. Can they stop me? Trying to sell for million copies. If I wasn't spitting, it'd be prison to death. This rap game, all we got left. So try to comprehend where we coming from. Life as an outlaw, ain't meant for everyone. So here we come. Recognize how we organize, strategize. Now we unify, brothers on the rise. And we can't stop. No way, no how. We got to keep moving and putting it down. We can't stop. Stop. Till we reach the top. Through the music, we speak to the clock. Believe it or not. I don't know what you ain't been told. Three minutes gon' stay and we'll look out. Can't stop till I get there. I know we won't stop till I get there. Keep going. Bury me with a Machiavelli suit in the mat. If God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back. Skinny cause I don't work out. My man is in the gym. Long as I'm strong enough to put a hammer on your chin. Trapped in a storm. *** the world till I'm gone. I'm bucking that Cory Booker. He treating my niggas wrong. Until I'm gone, they gon' see who I be. I'm pitching these bricks, ducking from the penitentiary. I'm seriously insane. Talk through my deepest thoughts and dreams. It's all wrong. Popped too long on an LHT. I'm stranded on my own. I'm better here in the zone. I protect my profile like a king. Al Capone style. Fake no jacks on this grind. Coked up a crack. I get mine. Living life as a dime. Let's go text Louis Vuitton. Yeah, your boy's back with the proper team. When they think I'm wearing red, I'ma rock the green. On a whole nother episode. Cops never heard of you at the other side of high. Down the block from the murder set. Catch him anywhere with the fifth. When it's hot on new, he G-riding from the clear to the bricks. So gangsta how he switch from the clear to the bricks. Niggas hate it, but they scared of the fifth. And we won't stop. Outlaws. Nobody know how. We gotta keep moving and putting it down. We can't stop. Till we reach the top. And through the music, we speak to the block. Believe it or not. I don't know what you been told. Real niggas gon' stay on the go. Can't stop till I get there. And no, we won't stop till I get there. This rap game like a robbery. Cause it seems somebody had me. My nigga. Make a mother***er cop the key. Mother***er ain't no stopping me. My nigga. It's Muslim and you see me all in a mess. I'm still chillin' like a bottle of Cris. Enemies. Shout, but they miss. So when you see me, baby, give me a kiss. The one posing with the frozen wrist. Outlaw immortalized. We survived the curse. So I claim it like I'm banging the turf. Yeah, it's easy like I'm putting in work. Nothing easy. You want a jerk? Call me Squeezy. I'm ready to murk. Outlaw, Machiavelli, nigga, ready to flow. So baby, are you ready to go? Outlaw, my nigga's what they scream in the night. Perfect cycle, put the thug in your life. My nigga. Don't stop. Keep going. Even when the wheels fall off, we keep rolling. This hip-hop thing just won't stop. It's number one at the top of the charts. Here to stay like pop. Man, I just can't let it go. It's in my bloodstream. So when I flow, I gotta do my thug thing. For the hood, the underprivileged and oppressed. Young niggas getting rich, cash, no checks. We take hood life, put it on wax. Get stacks, now we living the good life. We all brand new, and it shines so clean. Boat, my, my, house, office space. Sixteen's empty. Sitting clean in the latest edition. From the block to the movie screen, keeping it pimping. Recognize how we organize. Strategize, now we unify. Brothers on the rise. We won't stop. No way, no how. We got to keep moving and putting it down. We can't stop until we reach the top. Move the music, we stick to the block. I don't know what you been told. Real niggas gon' stay on the outlaws. Can't stop till I get there, you know. Won't stop till I get there, get through. Outlaws. Outlaws. Outlaws.