[Chorus: Layzie Bone + Young Noble]
You got some money in ya pocket n**** - that's the s***
comin down on them twenty - fo's - that's the s***
You a pimp, and you mackin hoes - that's the s***
with ya pinky and ya neck froze - that's the s***
feelin good and you eatin good - that's the s***
You get respect in ya nieghborhood - that's the s***
with a style they can't f*** with - that's the s***
young, black, and comin up big - that's the s***
[Verse 1: Young Noble]
Yo pockets full and it's friday - that's the s***
white tee, new fit, with the crispy kicks
keepin it real regular n**** - that's the s***
still ahead of the competitors with authentic thug scriptures
reppin my set n**** - that's the s***
I been a Outlaw every since a baby b****
when the hoes get to choosin - that's the s***
cause I know we all f*****, we all gettin it in
when s*** go accordin to plan - that's the s***
cause at the end of the night we all got money to split
when you catch e'm by suprise, d*** - that's the s***
You thought I wouldn't make it, you though I wouldn't rise again
And when we walk up in the spot dogg - that's the s***
they look like is that them boys, yeah that's them
when you prove all the doubters wrong - that's the s***
Bone Thugs and them Outlaws - that's the s***
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]
Just got me a new Lac with 4 do's n**** - that's the s***
brand new 20 inches with fresh vouges had to have that s***
slam the do's on my Cadi Coupe, crank it up and smash the gas
I really don't know where I'm headed yet but I'm leanin hard chasin cash
bobbin through the grimey streets fillin quarters, takin notes
You know these folks is watchin me, so you know I gots to watch these folks
that's the s*** - playin for keeps off in this dirty game
thuggin and lovin to get me some change
till the day I die keep doin my thing, I'm goin against the grain
after the rats with the cheese
these boys in the industry wanna break bread you feelin me
from Detroit, to Minnesota, Sacramento, North Dakota
I'm kickin it when you see me dogg I'm from Cleveland we rollers hold up
let me expose ya baby - we's the s***
livin legends in ya presence, Pac and Eazy b****
that n**** Hollis pushin b***ons while we blowin a sack
in the Sac with sack and n**** that's just that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Young Noble]
A super sack of that sticky green - that's the s***
f***** with sack gettin plenty green - that's the s***
when Big Hollis on the track n**** - that's the s***
I know at any given time it could come out a hit
when I'm reppin my squad n**** - that's the s***
we all born Outlaws and that's just sick
in the booth spittin truth n**** - that's the s***
when you stick to the rules n**** - that's the s***
[Verse 4: Layzie Bone]
Young Noble and Layzie Bone n**** - that's the s***
collaboration real n***** on some classic s***
And I love the game because it love me that's how positive n***** navigate
jumpin out of Navigators, brushin off they alligators
that's the s*** - cause real reconize real
break bread, get money n**** hundred dollar bills
You a hustler and you know it couple dollars in ya pocket
put ya hands up in the air and scream - that's the s***
[Chorus: repeat 'til end]
You got some money in ya pocket n**** - that's the s***
comin down on them twenty - fo's - that's the s***
You a pimp, and you mackin hoes - that's the s***
with ya pinky and ya neck froze - that's the s***
feelin good and you eatin good - that's the s***
You get respect in ya nieghborhood - that's the s***
with a style they can't f*** with - that's the s***
young, black, and comin up big - that's the s***
[Verse 1: Young Noble]
Yo pockets full and it's friday - that's the s***
white tee, new fit, with the crispy kicks
keepin it real regular n**** - that's the s***
still ahead of the competitors with authentic thug scriptures
reppin my set n**** - that's the s***
I been a Outlaw every since a baby b****
when the hoes get to choosin - that's the s***
cause I know we all f*****, we all gettin it in
when s*** go accordin to plan - that's the s***
cause at the end of the night we all got money to split
when you catch e'm by suprise, d*** - that's the s***
You thought I wouldn't make it, you though I wouldn't rise again
And when we walk up in the spot dogg - that's the s***
they look like is that them boys, yeah that's them
when you prove all the doubters wrong - that's the s***
Bone Thugs and them Outlaws - that's the s***
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]
Just got me a new Lac with 4 do's n**** - that's the s***
brand new 20 inches with fresh vouges had to have that s***
slam the do's on my Cadi Coupe, crank it up and smash the gas
I really don't know where I'm headed yet but I'm leanin hard chasin cash
bobbin through the grimey streets fillin quarters, takin notes
You know these folks is watchin me, so you know I gots to watch these folks
that's the s*** - playin for keeps off in this dirty game
thuggin and lovin to get me some change
till the day I die keep doin my thing, I'm goin against the grain
after the rats with the cheese
these boys in the industry wanna break bread you feelin me
from Detroit, to Minnesota, Sacramento, North Dakota
I'm kickin it when you see me dogg I'm from Cleveland we rollers hold up
let me expose ya baby - we's the s***
livin legends in ya presence, Pac and Eazy b****
that n**** Hollis pushin b***ons while we blowin a sack
in the Sac with sack and n**** that's just that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Young Noble]
A super sack of that sticky green - that's the s***
f***** with sack gettin plenty green - that's the s***
when Big Hollis on the track n**** - that's the s***
I know at any given time it could come out a hit
when I'm reppin my squad n**** - that's the s***
we all born Outlaws and that's just sick
in the booth spittin truth n**** - that's the s***
when you stick to the rules n**** - that's the s***
[Verse 4: Layzie Bone]
Young Noble and Layzie Bone n**** - that's the s***
collaboration real n***** on some classic s***
And I love the game because it love me that's how positive n***** navigate
jumpin out of Navigators, brushin off they alligators
that's the s*** - cause real reconize real
break bread, get money n**** hundred dollar bills
You a hustler and you know it couple dollars in ya pocket
put ya hands up in the air and scream - that's the s***
[Chorus: repeat 'til end]