[Intro: 2Pac]
Biatch... Syke
Big mothafuckin' Syke, aka Mussolini
Fatal Khomeini up in this biatch (Outlaw Immortalz)
And 2Pac, Makaveli
Fuckin' with that wicked-ass n***a Nutt-So
Right out the Bay (This gon' be the shit)
Oaktown to be precise
Yaki Kadafi, y'all know how we do this shit
Makaveli

[Verse 1: Nutt-So]
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I keep my mind on my grind and stay focused on gettin' chips
While these n***as drop dimes, and focus on being a snitch
Cryin' 'cause them n***as ain't tryin' to to get [?]
That's why them n***as on the sideline cheerin' just like a bitch
And I ain't got no time for these n***as that's wearin' wigs
N***as hatin' behind my back 'cause them bitches is fearin' this
But if it's on, than we ridin' with clips and pistol grips
Catch a sucka out here lyin' and that n***a get pistol whipped
Catch a sucka out of line, and we fittin' him up in a ditch
Run up in his pockets and strip him just like a trick
I'm all in for the profit, who got it, they gettin' hit
Outlaw 'til they stop me, you cowards has been dismissed, bitch!
N***as talk shit 'til they get blown into smith'
One to the dome, with the chrome, and that's it!
In the zone, gettin' it on, no actin' no script
But it's lights camera action, if you n***as wanna trip
[Chorus: Spice 1]
They say they got to use me Glock because they Bonnie and K
Outlaw, Thug Life, them come with gun-play
Them come with gun-play bu-di-ba-ba-bang bang
Hit 'em up with them heaters, [?] do me thug thang
They say they got to use me Glock because they Bonnie and K
Outlaw, Thug Life, them come with gun-play
Them come with gun-play bu-di-ba-ba-bang bang
Hit 'em up with them heaters, [?] do me thug thang

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
Me I'm goin' in and comin' out just like a robbery
I'm used to real n***as, so ya shooters don't bother me
Going of the deep end, the Devil look like God to me
With only my prints in the sand, surprising me
Bricks on top of bricks, Bob the Builder, n***a
My dope is a dime, one nine that kill ya, n***a
And I know they know what I'm on, the same shit I've been on
When shooters around a ways to keep the Mac 10 on
Yeah I'm countin' cash, all kinda guap
And for the love of the money I Frankenstein a cop
Masked up, no time to knock, all kinda bread homie all kinda shots

[Chorus: Spice 1]
Bu-di-ba-ba-ba they say they got to use me Glock because they Bonnie and K
Outlaw, Thug Life, them come with gun-play
Them come with gun-play bu-di-ba-ba-bang bang
Hit 'em up with them heaters, [?] do me thug thang
They say they got to use me Glock because they Bonnie and K
Outlaw, Thug Life, them come with gun-play
Them come with gun-play bu-di-ba-ba-bang bang
Hit 'em up with them heaters, [?] do me thug thang
[Verse 3: Big Syke]
I can bring it back, watch me bring it back
Like when a broke n***a turn into a baller cat
So watch me retrofit, watch me blow this shit
You like a n***a at the plate that never get a hit
And the base is low, watch me grand slam
'Cause I can get to a bird off a fuckin' gram
You know who I am, I'm like [?]
My certificate to my thuggin' ain't no photo copy
You better ask somebody, what I've done and do
But I'm back up in this bitch like I'm brand new
And I'm stayin' true, and I'm stayin' loyal
Even when I find myself on enemy soil
It's a new day, and a new era
Every thing the same ain't nothing changin' for the better
Ready for whatever, piece or a TEC
'Cause in the hood they yellin' "Big Syke bring it back"

[Chorus: Spice 1]
Bu-di-ba-ba-ba they say they got to use me Glock because they Bonnie and K
Outlaw, Thug Life, them come with gun-play
Them come with gun-play bu-di-ba-ba-bang bang
Hit 'em up with them heaters, [?] do me thug thang
They say they got to use me Glock because they Bonnie and K
Outlaw, Thug Life, them come with gun-play
Them come with gun-play bu-di-ba-ba-bang bang
Hit 'em up with them heaters, [?] do me thug thang
Blaow!
[Verse 4: Nawfside Outlaw]
Let's go to war to see who draw quicker
It's Mr. Itchy Trigger Fingers, n***a, softer than a singer
Middle finger to you bitch n***as (Bitch n***as!)
It's me and Dizza, fuck the small talk just come and get us
I'm a Outlaw from North Side to South Park
We terrorizin' all you rappers so don't even start
With all that bullshit, and that other fruity shit you doin' nowadays
Better watch these lyin' rappers they got AIDS that will fuck you underage in a minute

[Outro: Spice 1, Spice 1 & Spice 1]
Ha ha ha ha yeah, n***a (Hahaha)
(Nawfside Outlaw in this mothafucka)
Mothafuckin' Outlawz n***a (Outlawz bitch)
(My n***a Ryan up in this mothafucka)
N***a this shit is universal, n***a (Universal)
This shit is universal...(Thug World Music Group, n***a)
N***a and this shit is immortal (Hehe)
(The homie [?] in this mothafucka)
Thug Life, n***a (Immortal thug n***as)
You n***as think we mad, n***a?
(We don't give a fuck, n***a)
We ain't mad! (Nutt-So what's up, fool?)
How the fuck we gon' be mad at y'all bitch-ass n***as?
(My n***a Nutt-So in this bitch)
(We don't give a fuck, clown-ass n***a)
But we gon catch a fade, n***a!
(Real outlaw n***a)
We'd love to catch a fade!
(Real Thug Life, real shit, real G's)
We ain't gotta be mad to woop no ass, n***a!
(Real riders)
(Barnum and Bailey-ass)(Real gangstas)
You n***as is suckas, man! (Clown-ass n***as, man)
Fuck you gon' speak on a n***a in the grave, man?
(Clowns)(Kick they ass, n***a)
Fuck you gon' speak on a n***a that's dead and can't speak back? (Green light on you suckas)
(N***as look like it, like the movie it)
Cut a mothafuckin' soldier his debt!
(Old buster-ass, sucka-ass n***as)
Bitch-ass n***as (Mark-ass n***as)
Bitch n***as is like flies, n***a
They just be floatin' around and shit
(Ace1 in this mothafucka)
We just wanna swat the fuck out of you fake-ass n***as (Ace1 what's up n***a? Yeah, Ryan what's happenin', fool?)
Hahahaha
N***a this Spice 1 Bossalini (What's up, mayn?)
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty (We gon' send a shout out to Kennedy)
Bossalini the Ridah, n***a (They ain't ready)
Shout out to my n***a Makaveli (Blaow, blaow, blaow)
We've got Makaveli the Don (Makaveli the Don!)
We've got Bossalini the ridah (Bossalini the ridah!)
Bossalini the Ridah up in this bitch (Up in this bitch)
Yeah I'm still walkin' around, n***a
I hear all that shit you bitch-ass n***as is sayin' (Sucka-ass n***as)
(Shut the fuck up)
We ain't trippin' though, n***a, this Thug Life for real
This Outlawz for real n***a
N***a, y'all want it, n***a, bring it, n***a, it's less than nothin'!
Blaow!
Yeaahh