Outlawz - Terror Reid, Pouya

Coast-to-coast, you know how the fuck we ride

Here we go, let’s go

Uh, uh, yo, check it

(I was) I was born with the mind of a madman

Understand Terror pushin' dust like a fan, goddamn

You just found out that I’m the man, where you been at?

I get more head than a snapback cap

It’s been like that since way before we bounced back

We snatchin' diamonds out the glass and we sell 'em right back

Fuck around and get jacked, nah, you can’t have it back

The vanilla villain, always keep his train on the tracks

So give me the cheese, hit the floor, Reid all up in your ho

Bust the four-five, nosedive, you ain’t make it out the door

Now we standin' toe-to-toe, but I can’t stand a filthy ho

You ain’t about this life so check yourself and get ghost

Oh, he ain’t know?

I curl hoes' toes with my flavor blasted flows

About enough dough to make a ocean explode

This ain’t a joke, I ain’t a TV show host

I’m with the 305, demon doin' the most

And while we on the subject, you’re fuckin' with a suspect

He frontin' that we know that, we fuck him up in public

He probably off that Prozac, swingin' from my ballsack

Just got the .9 shined, bitch made, and you don’t want that

You can’t rap like me, mothafucka, I just started

Comin' to clean it up like Wahlberg in The Departed

So let me pass it off to the OG trendsetter

Microphone shredder (Yuh), y’all mothafuckas better (Yuh)

Follow me, follow me (Follow me)

I can show you everything you weren’t supposed to see

Like your family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch

Grab yo' daddy’s gun and come with me

(Grab yo' daddy’s gun and come with me)

Follow me, follow me (Follow me, woo)

I can show you everything you weren’t supposed to see

Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better wear a mask

Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass

You don’t want me to bring it back to my old ways

It’s always my way, baby, all-day

It’s my day today, I’m playin' with the AK (Brr, brr)

Got the .40 clappin' broad day like «A Bay Bay» (A Bay Bay)

I’m feelin' myself, forty thousand on the felt

I got a problem, can somebody get me help?

Better yet a belt, see me hangin' from my ceiling fan

No, I can’t be your Superman 'cause I can’t save myself

Baby Bone got a bone to pick with rappers thinkin' they slick

They quick to lick the dick, they jumpin' ship-to-ship, no loyalty

Money, money, money, yeah, the root of evil

Got me jumpin' over backwards like Evel Knievel

Let me die like Elvis, where I feel my safest

I just pray the opposition don’t find where the safe is

My bitches don’t get fed until they bring me bread

How many rappers in my city really want me dead?

Hate turn into jealousy, then it turn into bullets

I look my enemy in the eye, yellin', «Pussy, just pull it»

You 'bout that?

I doubt that, I took your baby mama

Straight to outback, and blew her fuckin' back out, I’m 'bout that

Follow me, follow me (Follow me)

I can show you everything you weren’t supposed to see

Like your family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch

Grab yo' daddy’s gun and come with me

(Grab yo' daddy’s gun and come with me)

Follow me, follow me (Follow me, woo)

I can show you everything you weren’t supposed to see

Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better wear a mask

Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass

Uh, yo, HOT VODKA

Pouya, Reid

In this bitch, uh