Look out You better look out (look out) Look out Look out for me Look out You better look out (look out) I said look out Look out for me Look out You
light Your rims looking good You got them spinners But when your hoe asks you to take her out You can't even afford I-Hop You pullin up at the club Jumping out
the set Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject Chorus: Juvenile There once was some niggas out the CMB Some out the mario some out that wild T.C.
Never goin' ta school all kinda bull-shit They callin' my moma in I got her lookin' unfit But look it aint Cint fault I turned out this way Its my fault
my mommy kissin' a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out
can teach us We in a different time zone your records don't reach us [Verse 8: 50 Cent] When that window roll down and that AK come out You can squeeze
with 'em [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah Look Look Yeah Look Look Look [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] If half my niggas could get inside with a weapon they would Theres a thousand niggas out
yeah (oh no) You got me, (it's scribe yo) you got me (you got me) You, (J. Wills) you, you, you, (look?) you yeah [Verse 3: Scribe] Hey baby you got me Like a bullet
make us do it once.. more Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out..lawz We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin
**t that you heard Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us [E.D.I Talking] Ain't never know ni**az like us boy They don't make ni**az like us no more
] Man, look here man My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated That's for the homey mental We up out [Chorus w/out 2Pac continues
how do we do these niggas But I'm not gonna cry I'm a Bad Boy killa Jay-Z die too Looking out for Mobb Deep Nigga when I find you Weak mutha-fuckas
my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin. Stuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat, Then stay the fuck out the kitchen. Have these bustas switchin, lookin
from tha slavery I sport a vest and hit tha sess to kill tha stress moved out west and I invest in all tha best those who test will find a bullet in they
fight back, attack on society If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin from Look through
with us, same niggers go to jail with me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every
got a fully loaded clip [Verse 1] You wann' problem wit' me? - No problem, it's all good I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood Black rims
my mama kissin' a girl Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out
