Released: November 19, 2002
Featuring: New Child 2Pac
Songwriter: Young Noble E.D.I. Mean Hussein Fatal
Producer: E.D.I. Mean
[Intro: 2Pac]
Outlawz with that rough shit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby
Outlawz with that rough shit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby
[Verse 1: Fatal]
I'm down for mines, did it for Pac
Spitted the Glock, committed to Yak
And faithfully, we splitted the block
What did y'all do for 'em? Forget the hunnies
You ever rob a spot with my dawg and split the money?
I chose to rise, sacrificed, chose to ride
Controlled the nine and never once closed my eyes
Sometimes I feel my own dawgs got me trapped
But I'll kill one of you cats, so it must not be that
Rats and scraps, with that local nonsense
Finished him and yoked him out the coastal conference
Fake thug type, my dawgs barking up your Lexus
It's been three years, you still talking over records?
I'm the Don, Hussein, Saddam, you came to bomb?
You still sniffing coke, that's the real, you blind
[Interlude: 2Pac]
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby
[Verse 2: New Child]
Thug life is who's? Niggas done broke the rules
Now my niggas got to act a fool, bust the twos
Since Pac left, haters wanna step on toes
Some niggas get they casket closed, lil' hoes
Keep your mouth shut and eyes open
Eastsiders, Westsiders, Southsiders
Outlawz keep their guns smoking
All my niggas ride, down to bust
It's suicide when you fuckin' with us
In Pac we trust, I'm venomous
When you hear me bust, niggas chin [?]
All of us can spit it, got it once? You can still get it
Scared? Nigga, deal with it
Fuck a quarter magazine, never violate my team
I'm a Harlem outlaw nigga (Yeah)
Founder of the city morgue, nigga
Put that on my brother, cocksucker
What's poppin', nigga? What's poppin'? Huh?
[Interlude: 2Pac]
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby
[Verse 3: Fatal]
I served niggas off the 1-8-9
187's caught up in the Sunday times
What the fuck you thought? I ride for Pac, is you crazy?
(Outlawz with that rough shit, baby) I know
Crossed over, clap boards, touch the glass
Whip out, no homie? I'ma bust yo' ass
Pulled back the semi, sip the Remi for Yak
216, drip all the Henney for Pac
I put it down, out of town, don't worry you niggas
And my Brick City Outlawz will bury you niggas
Outlawz all over, we connect the block
Soldier formation, whip out and rep for Pac
[Outro: 2Pac]
Outlawz with that rough shit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby
Outlawz with that rough shit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby
Outlawz with that rough shit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby
Outlawz with that rough shit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby
[Verse 1: Fatal]
I'm down for mines, did it for Pac
Spitted the Glock, committed to Yak
And faithfully, we splitted the block
What did y'all do for 'em? Forget the hunnies
You ever rob a spot with my dawg and split the money?
I chose to rise, sacrificed, chose to ride
Controlled the nine and never once closed my eyes
Sometimes I feel my own dawgs got me trapped
But I'll kill one of you cats, so it must not be that
Rats and scraps, with that local nonsense
Finished him and yoked him out the coastal conference
Fake thug type, my dawgs barking up your Lexus
It's been three years, you still talking over records?
I'm the Don, Hussein, Saddam, you came to bomb?
You still sniffing coke, that's the real, you blind
[Interlude: 2Pac]
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby
[Verse 2: New Child]
Thug life is who's? Niggas done broke the rules
Now my niggas got to act a fool, bust the twos
Since Pac left, haters wanna step on toes
Some niggas get they casket closed, lil' hoes
Keep your mouth shut and eyes open
Eastsiders, Westsiders, Southsiders
Outlawz keep their guns smoking
All my niggas ride, down to bust
It's suicide when you fuckin' with us
In Pac we trust, I'm venomous
When you hear me bust, niggas chin [?]
All of us can spit it, got it once? You can still get it
Scared? Nigga, deal with it
Fuck a quarter magazine, never violate my team
I'm a Harlem outlaw nigga (Yeah)
Founder of the city morgue, nigga
Put that on my brother, cocksucker
What's poppin', nigga? What's poppin'? Huh?
[Interlude: 2Pac]
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby
[Verse 3: Fatal]
I served niggas off the 1-8-9
187's caught up in the Sunday times
What the fuck you thought? I ride for Pac, is you crazy?
(Outlawz with that rough shit, baby) I know
Crossed over, clap boards, touch the glass
Whip out, no homie? I'ma bust yo' ass
Pulled back the semi, sip the Remi for Yak
216, drip all the Henney for Pac
I put it down, out of town, don't worry you niggas
And my Brick City Outlawz will bury you niggas
Outlawz all over, we connect the block
Soldier formation, whip out and rep for Pac
[Outro: 2Pac]
Outlawz with that rough shit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby
Outlawz with that rough shit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby