| (feat. Big Syke) | |
| (Verse 1-E.D.I. Mean) | |
| But we the last motha fuckaz breathin | |
| You don't beleive us then watch us ya tuned in | |
| To them Outlaw 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, don't let 'em stop ya | |
| It's a cold, hard way we livin | |
| Can't out just me, and live to smoke a little | |
| Watch my children grow a little | |
| Get this money, escape the prison | |
| My jail niggaz doin time I feel ya 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 | |
| (Chorus-Kastro) | |
| We was taught, 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 funs is the favorite sport | |
| We must 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 these shells fall with ya | |
| 'Bout to four fifth ya, still don't get 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 | |
| Passin out bullets like they promo | |
| Oh no, Outlawz comin through | |
| Nothin but trouble too, we still do the shit that Pac used to do | |
| Who would of knew, that I'd be pointin guns at you | |
| Takin funs from you, makin fun at you | |
| 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, is rise up, stack chips, nigga rise | |
| (Chorus-Kastro) | |
| We was taught, 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 funs is the favorite sport | |
| We must 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 3) | |
| (Young Noble) | |
| Addicted to adrenaline rush | |
| That the streets give off from 5-0 when the heat bust off | |
| And I paint it the same cuz I mastermind | |
| And every game ain't the same gotta change with the times | |
| And get left behind, blessed by God | |
| The judge tryin to stretch the charge | |
| Young niggaz gotta rise up fuck the narcs | |
| Motha fuckaz can't take orders | |
| You ain't a souljah nigga don't blame Noble | |
| It's the life of ya kid 25 to life bid | |
| Four five to wig, dyin tryin to live | |
| The streets is a restin place and yesterday | |
| And nigga ain't no such thing as extra pay | |
| So give me mine today, and get yours tomorrow | |
| Nigga Pac left the Thug Life love to follow | |
| And I'm O-U-T loyal 'till my casket drop | |
| Hustle hard 'till it's hard for the cash to stop, we must rise | |
| (Big Syke) | |
| Makaveli Kadafi, meant to Big Kato | |
| 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 | |
| The sunrise in the East but my set in the West | |
| Still risin for my nigga Stretch, keep a tech | |
| My paper stay risin whether cash or check | |
| (Chorus-Kastro) | |
| 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 funs is the favorite sport | |
| We must 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 |
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