Smash

[young noble] (talking)

We got bad azz in this mother fucker (outlawz!)

Spiggity spice 1 in this mother fucker (oaktown)

The low-lifes in this mother fucker (still thuggin)

You know the outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)

[napolean - verse 1]

Once again

Another fat nigga fried

Do a drive-by if you wanna fuck with mine

Cause we swallowed inside

My feet stuck to the ground

And ain't shit that move me

Dog, i'm heavy bound

And i done seen niggaz get touched by the pair

Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground

I blow my shit cause i can back it up

Fuck poppin the trunk

Let's throw some hands up

Now how many real niggaz gonna stand up?

I thought so, niggaz better shut up

I'm five-six, hearts bigger than me

But i'll fuck you up so destructively

Thoughtfully, my mack ten pop for me

Got my glocks with me, come ride my block with me

Intoxively, i bought that hennesee

Come ride with me or homicide with me

Outlawz nigga

[bad azz - verse 2]

Shit a nigga still breathin hard from the last song

Cause out here it's either mash or get mashed on

Rest in peace to all those who done passed away (r-i-p)

Cause with the beat that's in the streets life don't last long

All in between you need to eat, you need some wheat

You needs to heat, the beat, cause you's a condon savage street to shit

You got to mash to sleep a week or snooze

Stay on my feet, i'm tryin to keep em in some shoes

Stay outta jail, this nigga fucks hard and twos again

Let's get this money like we ain't never got it again

Let's keep shootin em like we ain't never shot it again

You got your life but you promised to die

Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside

Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside (come on)

[chorus - young noble (normal) and bad azz (indented)]

Life's short young nigga, get your mash on

Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on

If you see death around the corner, get your blast on

You gonna die anyway, life don't last long

We still feelin pain from the last song

Shit, we still feelin rain from the last storm

Homie either mash or get mashed on

Little nigga either blast or get blast on

[young noble - verse 3]

I see how you got to play it now

You got to lay it down

And clown for your crown, have respect now

That's a test just to see if you gonna bring it to em

Then come a whole lot of please when you bring it to em

We keep it movin, motivation is the money

Ability to feed niggaz hungry is so lovely

But that ain't it, we got some soldiers locked down

It's been perfect for what we doin when they drop down

It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it

Picture this, all of us, eatin chips

Sittin on the porch by our house, leavin something in a stash

How do we outlast? always keep cash

[spice 1 - verse 4]

Sittin on the scene, with the nine

Never would of thought, i'd be gettin mine

Bossilini, straight murder dog

Plotted my magazine, master cream

Discenegrate niggaz who blast me

He didn't know i was trapped

He didn't know i was ready

Plug a hole in his chest

And check out with the niggaz vetti

Do a dirty shit, smokin bomb on the dock

Cut your ass up in pieces, throw your meat to the sharks

I got that, hold up

Got a glock and i be puttin niggaz in comas

You's a mother fuckin fool

Cause you dyin for runnin up on me

[low lives - verse 5]

You want beef bitch nigga, see me face to face

After the case, my niggaz travel state to state

I'm on a mash with case, so i can't procrastinate

There's so many lives in state, lord i'm always gonna take

My fate keep guessin, smith and wesson stressin

The lesser the charge, the shorter the yard, i'm dodgin bullets

Rest in peace to those who couldn't, i'm not gonna run

Keep on mashin and keep on blastin

I'm lastin my time here

Nigga i'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here

You wanna smoke, i'm a note to keep my mind clear

And every nigga that i know mash with no fear

Come on

Chorus

[young noble - verse 6]

A yo, i takes no, no slope, that slope

Livin with no breath

Who wanna go next?

No stretch when it's time to sprint

Time limited

They want my life but i ain't givin it

Outlaw, low-lives, taking your life

We blow mics and i'm breakin in with soap dice

I'm baitin now the nigga you hate now

Full steam ahead, my beam is red

Niggaz wanna fight dirty

I'm clean as them

Stay hurtin in the part

You wanna bleed instead?

[low lives - verse 7]

I'm mister shorty to the k, the k, f-fantastic

And i'm out here mashin like a nation-wide assassin

I'm kickin ass and takin names later

Better yet, call me shorty, the motivator dominator

Great rhymes sayer, whole cappa drug dealer

Low-life nigga, i'm twenty-one and gettin bigger

Roll with niggaz, mine's as big as nine figures

Yeah, them low life niggaz, them five-five niggaz, nigga

You'll get high, roll by, once in a while

I see ya lovin my style

You know i can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin

Divide, lay low until the ride be out

The four-five on the ground, forty and out

To fourteen days hard time, low lives!

Chorus x 2