Last Dayz - Devin the Dude, Lil' Flip, Outlawz

Gyeah, this what you wanna hear right

This what it’s about

Stop lyin in the streets man

You ain’t doin what you puttin on them records nigga

I know yo past nigga, so you can miss me with that bullshit

I’m a gangsta this, I’m a shoot that

I’m a pop this, I’m a stab him

You ain’t gon do shit, you ain’t gon do shit

Cause you’se a bitch

Look many people wanna know what I been through

A whole bunch of bullshit but I continue

To make great music, I make that good music

You do commercial music, I do that hood music

Remember 'Game Over’I hit the punchlines

Remember 'Sunshine'three hundred thousand times

That’s how many spins I got-and I got a plaque

I got a Bentley Coupe nigga on top of that

The Rolex still in my fuckin’safe nigga

You a kid to me so I put you in yo place nigga

I been around the rap game for like 12 years

I’m drinkin Cristal, you barely drinkin 12 beers

I’m smokin weed my nigga, I gotta grow mine

These niggas shoot slugs at me, I gotta throw mine

You can diss me nigga I’m a come and see ya

When them hollow tips hit ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya

(Chorus-Lil' Flip)

The streets don’t lie, so quit thinkin the beef gon’die

I need atleast five blunts for me to get high

Fuck the cops, I’m a ride

So tell my enemies them niggas better hide-I gotta forty five

(Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave nigga

(Buhhh-Buhhh)you better behave nigga

(Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave

Cause we livin our last dayz

I spitt that ol’thug spirtual nigga

Like you live through this, they gon label you a miracle nigga

This sort of like a Panther party

One nation of thugs comin together not to dance and party

Livin nations in the game-Outlawz a known threat

Ain’t never had a deal, and we still ain’t broke yet

First things, first man-you fuckin with the worse

If you scared get a dog-or take yo ass to church

Uhh Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, we Outlaw military, Makaveli trained

Them little homies slang, and the big homies bang

I shine through my rhymes fuck a car and a chain

Remain the thug’s blue print

They’d rather cop some old Outlaw 'Pac shit, then most of y’all new shit

Remind you bastards-nothin but them timeless classics

Learn about us in them college classes

(Chorus-Lil' Flip)

Ay my partnas in the hood I can’t let e’m starve

I fuck with Keak The Sneak, I fuck with Messy Marv

I fuck with San Quin, I pack a Mac-10

These niggas never seen a black Maybach Benz

I was the first rapper to ever have one

I seen a diamond chain I had to grab one

Then Nelly got one, then niggas followed soon

That’s when I told Johnny make my piece all blue

Look mean what you say or don’t say shit

I fuck with Scarface, I fuck with J-Prince

I fuck with my nigga Trae, the whole A-B-N

Big House and Sac, Real Talk Entertainment

The streets don’t lie-niggas is gon’die

Nigga I’m on fire, niggas is gon’ride

Yeah it’s Outlaw for life

We ain’t doin what y’all doin-we doin it right

(Chorus Till End)