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[Pace Won]
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing
things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
(Sing it with me!)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things
up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things
up
[Az-Izz]
Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence
Is a crime in a
sense, climbing a fence
Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
Outz in a
fear of family presents
Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
To roast
motherfuckers, over lactose
Stay skeed off laced weed
I take cheese, and page trees in the
Bricks
Rolling box of Tracies
[Pace Won]
Call a go-go dancer
Get up in
that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants
up
Once for my cock, twice for my block,
I got it locked like handcuffs
Pacer got a
razor, get you and your man cut
Swing a blow you can't duck
Throw up your hands,
what?
Nobody on earth could see Pacer
I get your shit then peel off like Speed
Racer
Chorus
[Slang Ton]
I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's
coochie
Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
And if you ever wanna get a
deal
You should either OD off skill pills
Or steal my reel-to-reel
Most of y'all
emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks'
coochie prints
Outsidaz, we hot as Hell's flames is
And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped
like twelve gauges
[Eminem]
I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
I'm so weeded I
can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
Right off the top, then go back to the top
And
then repeat it (Ha)
Write it down on the paper
And still be able to read it (Sorry)
I
can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
I can't fly, but I still float on
cement clouds (Whee!)
I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out
I been down with
the Outz for ten thou-sand years
([Pace Won] So dunn, here?)
Some weird kids with
piercings in more than one ear
Lauryn, huh? Hill?
([Pace won] There's more than one?
IIIllll)
What? You want me to stop? Here?
Chorus
[Young
Zee]
Yea
Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
Till she choke and scrape her
wisdom tooth on my dick head
Puff a tray bag, Outz never pay cabs
Bust a A-rab, front on
taking us up eighth Ave
Yea, we all of the a volumes
What be the outcome?
We selling
twenty million albums
Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that
You fell off, and had to take
your five mic
And push a white Ac, with a bike rack
[Axe]
It's the A, the X,
the E
Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
F' with we, what you expect to
see
Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace
Bet they find my pistol next
to me
My dick is giving ecstasy
Shit I say, spread like leprosy
I'm on a quest to be,
the best emcee
Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong
from Tekken 3
Yo follow, never question me
Chorus
[Pace Won]
C'mon
yo
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Crush your chick, touch your trick,
what?
Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
Outz in the area tearing things
up
Outworld baby |
