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[Verse 1] [A][Am][A][Am] [Dm](Verse [Am]1- E.D.I. Mean) [Dm]But we the l[Am]ast motha fuckaz breathin You don't believe us then watch us ya tuned in To [A]them Outlaw [Am]ridaz, block survivors Killa Kadafi beside us Reppin that thug shit until they bury or hide us Tellin all of my street souljah's to rise up From East to West Coast yo, [A]don't let 'em stop ya [Am]It's a cold, hard way we livin Can't out just me, and live to smoke a little Watch my children [Dm]grow a little [Am]Get this money, escape the prison My jail niggaz doin [A]time I feel ya [Am]pain, get out rise It ain't nothin but a come up Outlaw Recordz it's official street niggaz gettin this money legal We all in together now, ballin together now Secrets of war young busta you better learn about Bust, if you must, plus Get in the business when the jealous niggaz fuck with us [Verse 2] (Chorus- Kastro) [Am]We was taught, at all costs hold down [Dm]fort And let [Am]the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big funs is the [Dm]favorite sport We must [Am]rise, maximize our size Look alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise (Verse 2- Napoleon) Pause nigga 'fore [Verse 3] these shells fall with ya [Am] 'Bout to four fifth ya, [A]still don't get [Am]the picture Thuggin on 'em actin sleep when I'm plottin on 'em This little bitty bullet will make his body turn rotten on 'em Sick them rottweiler's on him, did snatch some dollars from him Bling bling that punk nigga, take the diamonds from him Never had no love for him, nigga we solo [Dm]Passin out bullets like they promo Oh no, [Am]Outlawz comin through Nothin but [Dm]trouble too, [Am]we still do the shit that Pac used to do Who would of knew, that I'd be pointin guns at you Takin [Dm]funs from you, makin fun at you [Am]Busta, ain't nothin but a Jersey ride nigga Have my fanny so white, enough to sniff lines nigga Napoleon, a.k.a Maximus My plans for this, [Dm]is rise up, stack chips, nigga [Am]rise (Chorus- Kastro) We was taught, at all cost[Dm]s hold down [Am]fort [Verse 4] And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big funs is the [Dm]favorite sport We must [Am]rise, maximize our size Look alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty But don't nobody [Dm]notice it really you feel me, we must [Am]rise (Verse 3) (Young Noble) Addicted to adrenaline rush [Verse 5] That the streets [Am]give off from 5- 0 when the heat bust [Dm]off And I paint it the same 'cause I mastermind And every game ain't the same gotta change with the times And get [Am]left behind, blessed by God [Dm]The judge tryin to [Am]stretch the charge Young niggaz gotta rise up [Dm]fuck the narcs Motha fuckaz can't [Am]take order[Dm]s You ain't a souljah nigga don't blame Noble It's the life of ya kid 25 to life bid Four [A]five to [Am]wig, dyin tryin [Dm]to live The streets is a restin place and yesterday And nigga ain't no such thing as extra pay So give [Am]me mine today, and get yours tomor[Dm]row Nigga [Am]Pac left the Thug Life love to follow And [Dm]I'm O- you- T [Am]loyal 'till my casket drop Hustle [Dm]hard 'till it's hard for the cash to stop, we must [Am]rise (Big Syke) Makaveli Kadafi, meant to Big Kato [Verse 6] [Am]Only ridaz in this day that's killin willin and able Gang related incorporated, you can't fade it Haters gotta hate and ridaz glad that we made it Make it take it to the next level Now change the game, fuck the fame Bang 'em scrape on the hang It ain't no thang to rise above the rest Pass any test, you mention Thug Life you mention the best So invest in a vest, come bang with the best [Dm]The sunrise [Am]in the East but my [Dm]set in the West Still [Am]risin for my nigga Stretch, keep a tech My paper stay [Dm]risin whether cash or check [Verse 7] (Chorus- Kastro) [Am]At all costs hold down fort And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court Where money, power, guns is boss And countin big [Dm]funs is the favorite sport We must [Am]rise, [Dm]maximize our size Look [Am]alive, be advised it's a war outside It's like dodge city, not pretty [Dm]But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, [Am]we m[Dm]ust rise[Am]
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