[Intro]
Hey yo, it's DJ Kay Slay the Drama King! The Big Brother! And this album dedicated to everyone holding it down for the true art form of the hip hop culture over the years! But there's one question I've been meaning to ask some of you fans out there. If you all claim you love Tupac so much why the fuck y'all support a team? Outlawz!

[Verse 1: Young Noble]
They call me Young Nobe, my verses so cold
I'm in the booth for the Cheryl and the 40 Belows
From the era when you had to have original flows
Now rappers from the East Coast sound like Future or the Migos
What happened to my people? Game full of lost souls (lost souls)
For a car and a chain will you sell your soul? (No!)
Outlawz, we the voice of the underdog
And if you listen close, you can hear the word of God
Mashallah, I'm blessed with the patience
Plottin' for twenty years to give the game a facelift
Throwback like Lottos, Ellesses or the Asics
Graffiti or the break-in, me and E.D.I. be rage 'em
Rage with my thug brothers
Makaveli, Kadafi, Hussein Fatal, Big Syke, they no longer with us
But we still hear the message real clear (clear) and feel you
Staring at the world through my rearview
Man of my word, get what I deserve
I was just fourteen from Jers' up on 143rd
Coppin' what I needed, then shoppin' for some sneakers
Before cellphones we was rockin' off the beepers
Kay Slay tapes through my boombox speakers
Seen good dudes go from Tupac to Bishop
Posted in the park watchin' for the roaches
And the narcs, first blunt, through this verse I ain't cursed once
[Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean]
Shout out to Slay, this gon' get more paper from me
But I ain't gon' stop 'til I'm gettin' that ballplayer money
Ridin' round L.A. in that all-gray Junky
With a redbone bitch ridin' shotty rolled it for me
I was born on the bloody streets of BK
Where the rats and the roaches mingle with the vultures
Our heroes' photos was on wanted posters
Man I came up under n***as that'll do you for the culture
I run up plays mad, you can call me Coach E.D.I
Weed's legal where I'm at so you know I smoke freely
Palm trees cover the crib, we in the burbs now
Tell a little homie to turn down, we workin' now
Over here, n***a, that's the motto and the hashtag
Hittin' n***as up, man, don't have me a flashback
Twenty years removed, the dude' still movin'
You can lie all you want but the streets know who the truth is
Did it on our own, we ain't kiss no ass either
Boy, I'm on the court, I can't hear you in the bleachers
Hatin' ass n***as on the blogs, get a real job
Pull up to your podcast, kidnap your whole staff
If it ain't about cash, man, I don't wanna know
If they ain't playin' Pac, boy, I don't wanna go
If it ain't Kay Slay, no turnin' on my radio
Outlaw for life, you hear me, that's the way to go