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[Intro - Thug]
Yeah, Thugger
Kyleon
C.
PJ,
We the boys in

Thug]
Yeah we that green, naw mean?
Big and that Outlaw team
Pulling up clean, blue the screens
Niggas seen, another crew this mean
Take it back to the North, back the Boss
Been wrecking decks, since back at the
Haters disrespect, getting smacked in the
Niggas play hard, but they they soft
How we ride? the steel
Fuck with us, and you going to get
From the land of the trill, we represent the Tex'
bar plex, come playing get checked
Get your hoe ass wrecked, to bring it to the Boss
I'll get ass done, it don't matter what it cost
We floss blue, do it for the crew
Old Caddy, or the new slabs too
Paul Wall what it do? Who Jones?
Boys mad at us, we getting our shine on
Put it in they face, put them in they
Got to let them know, who the leaders of the
Boss Outlawz, stacking that change
Jackers be aware, we that thing
Run your ass up, and rat-a-tat mane
I ain't no games, I'ma aim for the brain

It's PJ, the rap
Going off, on these player hating
I'm from the North, of town
Boys about it over here, we on the
I came up, it feel
Ain't a damn thing changed, I'm hood
Hogg, Outlawz
Fake niggas put back against the wall
shows, pimping hoes
Pulling out, on a set of 4's
we ride? That blue
What we That screw
Big piece, of ice
Boyz in Blue, nothing
I go off, I go
It's whatever, whatever, I bar

Daily]
Here come Daily, in wide frame thing
Sliding down the block, a fine dime mane
Times ain't changed, so these chickens still clocking
But I them what I'm about, hit the twat and holler
I'm a Hogg nigga, we all of that
One hitter quitter nigga, who don't them back
And they see me, they be like "Daily you wrong for that"
Because he don't speak, he just say move along get
That's my team, on the
On glass, with the screens looking
On dro, the lean
Boss Hogg Outlawz, the number one

Ward]
I'm C-Wiggy, my flow be
These niggas mad at me, because they girls dig me
I got so many clothes, I fresher than most hoes
So many shoes, I give Jordan the blues
So furs, some his and some hers
I do I does, because I does what I do
I pop like trunks on slabs
back tops like unhealed scabs
Throwing up the deuce, and giving real daps
If haters run up, them punks can catch jabs
(C. Ward you so ghetto) My nigga that's the
(And why's that hole in car?) My nigga, that's the roof
(And why my keep ringing?) My nigga, that's them speakers
(Why you got mirrors on tires?) My nigga, that's them sneakers
(And why your car like a serpent?) My nigga, that's that paint
(And why's it foggy inside?) My nigga, that stank
You see these major, labels want me than the FEDS
Because my flows feed niggas like jail house
These hoes call me Simon they do what I says
Plus I got my money long like dreads
I'm Chris Wizzard, I go so
Stay away from phonies, fakers, and frizzauds
mad at me because my flow is like a retard
But really I think, it's because I cut up they brizzoads

[Killa
I'm the MVP, the one
It's Outlaw Season, Kyleon
Badge on my neck, shining like the sun
Put the heat to the sheet, and cook a till it's done
I get paid I rap, this not a freestyle bro
I got a style, not a freestyle flow
Ten for the show, fifteen for the flow
And another if you want to scope blow
I got bills, got drank, and a on the dro
That's why the chain, look like a neck full of snow
In a wide body 'Lac, and I'm next to hoe
With her in my lap, and she pecking me slow
Got the pop trunk glowing, and the bumper kit
Ice pack on my wrist, a nigga shit's sprung
Somebody lost and found, because my top missing
I done made it disappear, just like a