[Intro: 2Pac]
I can look directly into my face and find my soul, it's there
It's not sold, I didn't sell it, it's still within me
I still feel it, my heart is still connected to my body
So I-I could any character I'ma bring... that intensity
That truth, the honesty to it
Because I have to repay fo'-for that blessin'
From Black Jesus, from god
Have to pay for that by shinin'

[Verse 1: Young Noble]
Half of these rappers ready to join Illuminati (Yeah)
For a new gold chain and a Lamborghini
I'm a young panther, Mutulu and Afeni (C'mon)
Cool as [?] love a trench long shotty (Whoo)
Baptized to the game like my dog Kadafi
Ain't a cop here to stop me, these streets is black hockey (Let's go)
Man I'm like a runaway slave (Slave)
Trapped in the cycle can't break the chain (Can't break the chain)
They say you live and you learn (Live and you learn)
Play wit' fire and you will get burned, n***as is burnt out
Youngin' got exposed to the game, got turnt out
Fell down back on his feet, look how he turnt out (Look how he turnt out)
They counted him out, guess god was rootin' for him
All the under dogs and real n***as is rootin' for us (Yeah)
Yeah, so I'ma walk like a warrior
Ride like a soldier until it's all over
[Chorus: Young Noble & Fredro Starr]
Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here)
Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Ear)
We just face him so it's nothin' left to fear (Fear)
Talkin' to god, feelin' like it's no one there (No one there)
Give 'em the truth, something they don't wanna hear (They don't wanna hear)
They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier)
Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear)
(Yeah) Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here

[Verse 2: Fredro Starr]
I'm a five star general, the god's disciple
If god don't work, the god'll get the rifle
When the god on the streets, the feds wanna indict you
Sword wit' the words for the soldiers to fight to
Death before dishonor, before I break the code in the streets
You better give me death your honor
N***as snitchin', be another death for the homicide
I'm in the five, fresh to death in dishonor
Salute me or shoot me, this is a life sentence
Don't finish me I come back blastin', menace
I cross my heart, hope to die for the cause
I could power all streets, uprise, fuck their laws
Revolutions starts with evolution
We all tryna find a resolution, tryna find the best solution
In the hood we need retribution, or the Tec is shootin' (Shootin')
Blap, blap, blap, the Tec is shootin'
[Chorus: Young Noble]
Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here)
Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Ear)
We just face him so it's nothin' left to fear (Fear)
Talkin' to god, feelin' like it's no one there (No one there)
Give 'em the truth, something they don't wanna hear (They don't wanna hear)
They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier)
Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear)
Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here

[Verse 3: E.D.I. Don]
It's the grown man in him (In him)
These lil' n***as can't stand with him, my nuts hang like slaves
I'ma keep it one hunnit, 'till my last days
Right or wrong, pitcute me rollin' with sumn' swollen in the ashtray
We here to give 'em the truth, if they like it or not
Blackballed this a secret plot but still
Against all odds, me and my squad push forward (Push forward)
They try to hide us (Hide us) You gotta look fo' us (C'mon)
But we're there, still holdin' the flag like olympians
Oh yeah, it's them again
The Outlawz indeed, applause from the streets
They've been waitin' on this, haters debatin' on this (It's cool)
We from the true school (True school) You had to keep it true (Keep it true)
Real talk and shit or you could keep it movin'
It's just too much goin' on to ignore
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor (Still)
[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]
Hi, much don't like me, but I don't care
So I turned to a rebel and shaved my hair (Yeah)
I'm not a atheist, I'm agnostic
So I always pray to something for I rob shit
I'm grotesque, desolate, gothic
I'm climbin' to the top, my life is a moshpit
I do the devils work, beef? Better squash it
Fuck all that gossip, this n***a here is toxic
I bend ya limbs 'till the [?] break
I'm thinkin' how many bullets can a cartridge take?
Sometime the brightest light comes from the darkest place
Eleven, three, seventy-three marks the date
You the type of mothafucka that'll call the man
Don't make me make you disappear n***a alakazam
[?] If you try to come at me and my fam
There be gunpowder residue on my hand, understand?

[Chorus: Young Noble]
Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here)
Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Yeah)
We just face him so it's nothin' left to fear (Fear)
Talkin' to god, feelin' like it's no one there (No one there)
Give 'em the truth, something they don't wanna hear (They don't wanna hear)
They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier)
Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear)
Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here