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lirik lagu lightz out – young noble

[intro: young n0ble]
outlaw recordz yeah
thug brothers outlaw
jerzey mob n*gga
what up kastro?

[chorus: e.d.i.]
crime, hustle, maintain
come up, new seasons change
ride or die, live to tell, give ’em h*ll n*gga
bang out, pull ’em thangs out and my people say
oh no, you don’t want war (y’all don’t want no war)
outlaw thug life turn the lights off
oh no, you don’t want war (turn them lights off)
outlaw world wide turn the the lights off

[verse 1: e.d.i.]
you can take a page out my history book and see what misery looks like
a shattered past darker than night, the mobster fights
the narcs and the [?]
no more dreams for this young ass teen
i came out clean though, ‘causе when i went to jail i nevеr stayed
and when them n*ggas started bustin’ i came out unscathed
guardian angel or just good luck
or a young ass n*gga who saw game and soaked it up
probably all of the above and i ain’t crazy
sh*t i know i thangs happen everyday so i stay heated
and all you industry geeks got us twisted
we them n*ggas that lives this, in case you missed it
i never rat on my friends y’all n*ggas eat cheese
got ya b*tch by the brains bout to make her eatin d
boy i come from a long line of row
we grind for more, [?] turn ya lights off
[chorus: e.d.i.]
crime, hustle, maintain
come up, new seasons change
ride or die, live to tell, give ’em h*ll n*gga
bang out, pull ’em thangs out, what people say
oh no, y’all don’t want war
outlaw thug life turn the lights off
oh no, y’all don’t want war
outlaw world wide turn the the lights off

[verse 2: lil zane]
out on the block
see my n*gga picked him up said “we on now”
us lil young mof*ckas swear we grown now
we hit the streets since we was thirteen, barely had twenty dollars
now you see us ridin’ new impalas
crossed over bridges while makin’ mills in this rap sh*t
took the dirty money and we found another to attract it
knowin these n*ggas be tryna get me for the dough
i’m keepin’ pistol, they quick to let the handle show
die these lil n*ggas better shoot fast
don’t think we won’t throw them thangs, we known for whoopin n*ggas ass
malicious we’ve even got some older n*ggas scared
just point the finger at them n*ggas that you want dead
we sit and rollin’ up a sack of weed, talkin’ to me
a fifth of liquor is what we probably need
and by the time we both in the zone
he start to tellin’ me bout n*ggas he was plottin’ on
n*ggas he puttin’ on n*ggas he done broke his motorola on
talkin’ bout them n*ggas on the block they don’t get along
zane
[verse 3: young n0ble]
there’s one rule to life, get yours n*gga
got bullets in your gun? spit yours n*gga
is a l!ck to be hit? hit yours n*gga!
if there’s bricks to be flippped, flip yours n*gga
if your peeps really in need, loan yours n*gga
if there’s hits to be made, own yours n*gga
one the right track, fight back, f*ck the bark
you n*ggas live life blind tryna touch the dark
you a f*ckin’ mark, don’t make me start
with the jerzey mob and the bonapartes
you blown [?], listen to this in the dark
when the outlawz ride n*gga [?]
my pen is taught n*ggas on the streets the truth
even though i’m twentytwo my old soul is [?]
we used to guzzle old gold and poof
aye yo we used to muscle grown folks on the roof for loot
if you lose a boot, nothin’ but a new recruit
what the f*ck you gonna do n*gga? tie your shoe

[chorus: e.d.i.]
crime, hustle, maintain
come up, new seasons change
ride or die, live to tell, give ’em h*ll n*gga
bang out, pull ’em thangs out, what people say
oh no, y’all don’t want war
outlaw thug life turn the lights off
oh no, y’all don’t want war
outlaw world wide turn the the lights off
[verse 4: bad azz]
i ain’t got no time to wait
i thug heavy whether you ready or not
and if you handled them with glocks
if you start to feelin’ faint, i’ll probably hit you with some shots
and actin fast you just didn’t hear the pop
i’m not the one to test, i ain’t got enough time to let you be f*ckin’ off mine
time is of the essence, the stressin’ it make you ugly
i couldn’t floss if i had bad karma, ’cause they among me
and i know it hurt and the hate leave scars
got em warrin’ over money and turf that ain’t ours
well it’s ours, you n*ggas know we run this sh*t
so don’t ever bring your boys or your gun here b*tch
you f*ckin right, we don’t belong here, we possessive
life’s a contradiction, suck d*ck with them suggestions
or come to the east side and see how my hood is
’cause everybody here tryna see what livin’ good is
so watch all your big mouth talk about your ballin’
but we get you, but you rich, you just back down in your wallet

[verse 5: yukmouth]
i’m makin’ money with the arabs, break cash, straigh slabs of raw
the spectacular, the ghetto star
the lyrical jabberjaw with the baddest broad inside the lavish car
half of y’all talk sh*t behind my back, but me no mad at y’all
i laugh at y’all, ha*ha*ha, foolish mortal i rebuke you peasants
[?] comin’ through like betters to scoop ya letters million dollar fettish
gotta get it, war with me i put a bomb inside your kids presents
kerbloom, black suits fill the room
got k!llas and goons baggin’ heroine fillin’ baloons
the realest platoon outlaws down that cryst
smoke*a*lot smoke pounds of p*ss
with rubber bands around my wrist
callers be countin’ the chips
and don’t leave me around your b*tch
she get a mouth full of d*ck
that n*gga n0be and yukmouth so sick
iced out pull the fo’ five out to wipe you out
lights out b*tch

- young noble

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