Mask Down Lyrics
| Song | Mask Down |
| Artist | Outlawz |
| Album | Ride Wit Us Or Collide Wit Us |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| What | |
| Young noble nigga | |
| Get it right | |
| Verse 1：young noble | |
| For the world | |
| My girl | |
| My kid | |
| My dog | |
| And i know you mad at pac for creating the outlawz | |
| For the block | |
| Cops and the pigeons who watch | |
| For the dope | |
| The blow | |
| The crime | |
| The dro | |
| For the rhymes | |
| The dimes | |
| The crimes | |
| And the time | |
| For the message | |
| The lesson | |
| The stressing and the blessing | |
| For the hurt | |
| The work | |
| The smurfs in the dirt | |
| For the schools | |
| The tools | |
| The rules | |
| The fools | |
| For the dead | |
| The fed | |
| The party's over here | |
| For the wild | |
| The style | |
| It started in the claire | |
| For the street | |
| The beat | |
| The niggas with the heat | |
| For the lawz | |
| The dogs | |
| We do this shit for y'all | |
| For the jails | |
| The cells | |
| The waiting on your mail | |
| For the pain | |
| The rain | |
| The mutha ****in game | |
| For the heart | |
| The narcs | |
| The niggas in the park | |
| And you have to have your heat | |
| Because it's crazy after dark nigga | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| Young noble: | |
| For the dough | |
| The creme | |
| The hoes | |
| The fiends | |
| And i'm riding till my life is through | |
| And mashing for my dreams | |
| Click clack up | |
| I'm mashing for my team | |
| Bitch back up | |
| Ya yo: | |
| We outta mask up | |
| And hit they ass up | |
| Verse 2: ya yo | |
| For the life | |
| The stripes | |
| The knife and the price | |
| For the ya the yo | |
| The days with the blow | |
| For the drops | |
| The coupes | |
| The shots off the roof | |
| For the niggas | |
| The bitches | |
| The trigger finger itching | |
| For the hoods | |
| The 'burbs | |
| The homies with the herb | |
| For the safe combination | |
| And keys to your place | |
| For the cars | |
| The jewels | |
| The furs | |
| The ??? | |
| For the bitches who be copying ya | |
| Watching all my moves | |
| For the rise and fall | |
| Of mine and yours | |
| Yeah you're from the cradle | |
| I was born an outlaw | |
| Verse 3: edi | |
| Getting paid | |
| Getting laid | |
| All day | |
| Everyday | |
| Niggas hate | |
| Don't matter | |
| We gonna come up anyway | |
| Edi ahmeen | |
| Outlaw | |
| Bring your team down raw | |
| Peep this scheme | |
| Now all calling them fake nigga holocaust | |
| And of course we enforce everything that we spitting here | |
| Yo you smell something funky hear | |
| That's because we just shitted here | |
| In this year | |
| Niggas get it clear | |
| See there shares disappear | |
| We coming from the rear | |
| Got you running in fear | |
| Verse 4: h-rider | |
| When the job needs to be done | |
| I'm there for the cause | |
| Riding and dying for the cause | |
| They'll never come | |
| Dick riders | |
| And the dick provide you with guns | |
| That spit hand first | |
| Come quick | |
| Bang in silence | |
| Since i hit for the kid | |
| I'm a ??? rider | |
| Somehow i got bullets that'll find you | |
| And if you don't like me | |
| And cross me | |
| There's gonna be problems | |
| I harm 'em in the arm and leg | |
| Right here is where you lay | |
| Young noble: | |
| Outlaw | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| Verse 5: napoleon | |
| It's the life | |
| Full of cash | |
| Full of gats | |
| Full of hoes | |
| Got bullet hoes for foes | |
| Trying to stay up on my toes | |
| In the middle of the ghetto | |
| Ain't got nowhere to turn | |
| Just plenty of money to earn | |
| And plenty of money to burn | |
| When feds hit the block | |
| Go ahead with your shots | |
| Lead for the cops | |
| Head full of dots | |
| Cremated on the spot | |
| It's a cycle for the long pay | |
| Might just go the wrong way | |
| Grinding in a strong way | |
| Get along | |
| No way | |
| Drama at the law | |
| Riding for the cause | |
| Coming at your door | |
| Your nigga dead and he don't know what he died for | |
| What about that nigga that struggling | |
| Ain't sleeping right | |
| What about them kids on the street | |
| Ain't eating right | |
| Outlaw | |
| Treat 'em like we do it so og like | |
| Living life | |
| Taking flights | |
| Niggas might just die tonight | |
| Murder cases in a bloody way | |
| Something gotta get a day | |
| You outta your mind if you say ain't heard of me |
| What | |
| Young noble nigga | |
| Get it right | |
| Verse 1: young noble | |
| For the world | |
| My girl | |
| My kid | |
| My dog | |
| And i know you mad at pac for creating the outlawz | |
| For the block | |
| Cops and the pigeons who watch | |
| For the dope | |
| The blow | |
| The crime | |
| The dro | |
| For the rhymes | |
| The dimes | |
| The crimes | |
| And the time | |
| For the message | |
| The lesson | |
| The stressing and the blessing | |
| For the hurt | |
| The work | |
| The smurfs in the dirt | |
| For the schools | |
| The tools | |
| The rules | |
| The fools | |
| For the dead | |
| The fed | |
| The party' s over here | |
| For the wild | |
| The style | |
| It started in the claire | |
| For the street | |
| The beat | |
| The niggas with the heat | |
| For the lawz | |
| The dogs | |
| We do this shit for y' all | |
| For the jails | |
| The cells | |
| The waiting on your mail | |
| For the pain | |
| The rain | |
| The mutha in game | |
| For the heart | |
| The narcs | |
| The niggas in the park | |
| And you have to have your heat | |
| Because it' s crazy after dark nigga | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| Young noble: | |
| For the dough | |
| The creme | |
| The hoes | |
| The fiends | |
| And i' m riding till my life is through | |
| And mashing for my dreams | |
| Click clack up | |
| I' m mashing for my team | |
| Bitch back up | |
| Ya yo: | |
| We outta mask up | |
| And hit they ass up | |
| Verse 2: ya yo | |
| For the life | |
| The stripes | |
| The knife and the price | |
| For the ya the yo | |
| The days with the blow | |
| For the drops | |
| The coupes | |
| The shots off the roof | |
| For the niggas | |
| The bitches | |
| The trigger finger itching | |
| For the hoods | |
| The ' burbs | |
| The homies with the herb | |
| For the safe combination | |
| And keys to your place | |
| For the cars | |
| The jewels | |
| The furs | |
| The ??? | |
| For the bitches who be copying ya | |
| Watching all my moves | |
| For the rise and fall | |
| Of mine and yours | |
| Yeah you' re from the cradle | |
| I was born an outlaw | |
| Verse 3: edi | |
| Getting paid | |
| Getting laid | |
| All day | |
| Everyday | |
| Niggas hate | |
| Don' t matter | |
| We gonna come up anyway | |
| Edi ahmeen | |
| Outlaw | |
| Bring your team down raw | |
| Peep this scheme | |
| Now all calling them fake nigga holocaust | |
| And of course we enforce everything that we spitting here | |
| Yo you smell something funky hear | |
| That' s because we just shitted here | |
| In this year | |
| Niggas get it clear | |
| See there shares disappear | |
| We coming from the rear | |
| Got you running in fear | |
| Verse 4: hrider | |
| When the job needs to be done | |
| I' m there for the cause | |
| Riding and dying for the cause | |
| They' ll never come | |
| Dick riders | |
| And the dick provide you with guns | |
| That spit hand first | |
| Come quick | |
| Bang in silence | |
| Since i hit for the kid | |
| I' m a ??? rider | |
| Somehow i got bullets that' ll find you | |
| And if you don' t like me | |
| And cross me | |
| There' s gonna be problems | |
| I harm ' em in the arm and leg | |
| Right here is where you lay | |
| Young noble: | |
| Outlaw | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| Verse 5: napoleon | |
| It' s the life | |
| Full of cash | |
| Full of gats | |
| Full of hoes | |
| Got bullet hoes for foes | |
| Trying to stay up on my toes | |
| In the middle of the ghetto | |
| Ain' t got nowhere to turn | |
| Just plenty of money to earn | |
| And plenty of money to burn | |
| When feds hit the block | |
| Go ahead with your shots | |
| Lead for the cops | |
| Head full of dots | |
| Cremated on the spot | |
| It' s a cycle for the long pay | |
| Might just go the wrong way | |
| Grinding in a strong way | |
| Get along | |
| No way | |
| Drama at the law | |
| Riding for the cause | |
| Coming at your door | |
| Your nigga dead and he don' t know what he died for | |
| What about that nigga that struggling | |
| Ain' t sleeping right | |
| What about them kids on the street | |
| Ain' t eating right | |
| Outlaw | |
| Treat ' em like we do it so og like | |
| Living life | |
| Taking flights | |
| Niggas might just die tonight | |
| Murder cases in a bloody way | |
| Something gotta get a day | |
| You outta your mind if you say ain' t heard of me |
| What | |
| Young noble nigga | |
| Get it right | |
| Verse 1: young noble | |
| For the world | |
| My girl | |
| My kid | |
| My dog | |
| And i know you mad at pac for creating the outlawz | |
| For the block | |
| Cops and the pigeons who watch | |
| For the dope | |
| The blow | |
| The crime | |
| The dro | |
| For the rhymes | |
| The dimes | |
| The crimes | |
| And the time | |
| For the message | |
| The lesson | |
| The stressing and the blessing | |
| For the hurt | |
| The work | |
| The smurfs in the dirt | |
| For the schools | |
| The tools | |
| The rules | |
| The fools | |
| For the dead | |
| The fed | |
| The party' s over here | |
| For the wild | |
| The style | |
| It started in the claire | |
| For the street | |
| The beat | |
| The niggas with the heat | |
| For the lawz | |
| The dogs | |
| We do this shit for y' all | |
| For the jails | |
| The cells | |
| The waiting on your mail | |
| For the pain | |
| The rain | |
| The mutha in game | |
| For the heart | |
| The narcs | |
| The niggas in the park | |
| And you have to have your heat | |
| Because it' s crazy after dark nigga | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| Young noble: | |
| For the dough | |
| The creme | |
| The hoes | |
| The fiends | |
| And i' m riding till my life is through | |
| And mashing for my dreams | |
| Click clack up | |
| I' m mashing for my team | |
| Bitch back up | |
| Ya yo: | |
| We outta mask up | |
| And hit they ass up | |
| Verse 2: ya yo | |
| For the life | |
| The stripes | |
| The knife and the price | |
| For the ya the yo | |
| The days with the blow | |
| For the drops | |
| The coupes | |
| The shots off the roof | |
| For the niggas | |
| The bitches | |
| The trigger finger itching | |
| For the hoods | |
| The ' burbs | |
| The homies with the herb | |
| For the safe combination | |
| And keys to your place | |
| For the cars | |
| The jewels | |
| The furs | |
| The ??? | |
| For the bitches who be copying ya | |
| Watching all my moves | |
| For the rise and fall | |
| Of mine and yours | |
| Yeah you' re from the cradle | |
| I was born an outlaw | |
| Verse 3: edi | |
| Getting paid | |
| Getting laid | |
| All day | |
| Everyday | |
| Niggas hate | |
| Don' t matter | |
| We gonna come up anyway | |
| Edi ahmeen | |
| Outlaw | |
| Bring your team down raw | |
| Peep this scheme | |
| Now all calling them fake nigga holocaust | |
| And of course we enforce everything that we spitting here | |
| Yo you smell something funky hear | |
| That' s because we just shitted here | |
| In this year | |
| Niggas get it clear | |
| See there shares disappear | |
| We coming from the rear | |
| Got you running in fear | |
| Verse 4: hrider | |
| When the job needs to be done | |
| I' m there for the cause | |
| Riding and dying for the cause | |
| They' ll never come | |
| Dick riders | |
| And the dick provide you with guns | |
| That spit hand first | |
| Come quick | |
| Bang in silence | |
| Since i hit for the kid | |
| I' m a ??? rider | |
| Somehow i got bullets that' ll find you | |
| And if you don' t like me | |
| And cross me | |
| There' s gonna be problems | |
| I harm ' em in the arm and leg | |
| Right here is where you lay | |
| Young noble: | |
| Outlaw | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| Verse 5: napoleon | |
| It' s the life | |
| Full of cash | |
| Full of gats | |
| Full of hoes | |
| Got bullet hoes for foes | |
| Trying to stay up on my toes | |
| In the middle of the ghetto | |
| Ain' t got nowhere to turn | |
| Just plenty of money to earn | |
| And plenty of money to burn | |
| When feds hit the block | |
| Go ahead with your shots | |
| Lead for the cops | |
| Head full of dots | |
| Cremated on the spot | |
| It' s a cycle for the long pay | |
| Might just go the wrong way | |
| Grinding in a strong way | |
| Get along | |
| No way | |
| Drama at the law | |
| Riding for the cause | |
| Coming at your door | |
| Your nigga dead and he don' t know what he died for | |
| What about that nigga that struggling | |
| Ain' t sleeping right | |
| What about them kids on the street | |
| Ain' t eating right | |
| Outlaw | |
| Treat ' em like we do it so og like | |
| Living life | |
| Taking flights | |
| Niggas might just die tonight | |
| Murder cases in a bloody way | |
| Something gotta get a day | |
| You outta your mind if you say ain' t heard of me |
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