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Letras: Outlawz. Who?.

Yo, yo what up? one luv, one thug
Know what y'all muthafuckas need?
What we need nigga? Know what America need?
What do America need? A Outlaw as a president
Outlaw, yeah, you might be right, what you want nigga?
That's exactly what y'all need, you might be fuckin' right guy

What a nigga want? Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need? No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live? High speed on the grind
And how a nigga die? Getting shot by my nine

What a nigga want? Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need? No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live? High speed on the grind
And how a nigga die? Getting shot by my nine

Hey yo, who wanna fuck? Who in the truck?
Who in a rush? Who in the cuffs? Nigga, who fucking with us?
Who on the block? Who was a fiend? Who was a cop?
Who was on my team? Nigga, and who was not?
Who was a snitch? Who was a bitch? Who in the bricks?
Who the fuck ain't feeling this? Say what?

Who on my hills? Who the fuck dumping the pills?
Who the fuck ain't never been down the hill?
Who was the boss? Who the fuck kicked it off?
Can you tell me? Who the wrong nigga to cross?
Who was the rat? Who had the gat? Who had your back?
Who had the last laugh when the bastard cracked?

Who was the joke? Who was the hope? I wonder who croak?
Who the fuck did the shooting? Who the fuck I smoke?
Who was the raw? Who was the law? Who was the dog?
Who the fuck going out win, lose or draw? Outlaw

What a nigga want? Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need? No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live? High speed on the grind
And how a nigga die? Getting shot by my nine

What a nigga want? Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need? No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live? High speed on the grind
And how a nigga die? Getting shot by my nine

Who wanna dump? Who wanna play with the pump?
Who wanna piece of this real life? Say what you want
Who wanna go shot for shot? Not for not, top for top
Slanging rock for rock, Who want it nigga?
Who want to face the truth?

Who wanna see what this big ass thing can do?
Bang to few, who be the man of the hour?
Spit hot shit, known to fuck bad power, what?
Who be all in your guts? Fucking you up like pure 'caine
Right for his cut, who's the one? Too quick to use a gun
Losing none, this thug shit abuse your son

Who was the cat? Who stay dressed in black?
Who wanna gamble with a gambler? Tick for tack
Yeah, who act like shit is weak?
Who wanna bang with the boss?
Then hold your heat

What a nigga want? Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need? No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live? High speed on the grind
And how a nigga die? Getting shot by my nine

What a nigga want? Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need? No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live? High speed on the grind
And how a nigga die? Getting shot by my nine

Hey yo, I was the birth, I was the turf, I was the curse
I was the muthafucka ready to put in work
I was the bread, I was the dead, I was the lead
I was the nigga that made you eat everything you said

You was the snake, you was the hate, you was the fake
You was the nigga trying to take food off my plate
You was the hater, you was the traitor
You was the muthafucka that stepped off and never came back later

You was my man, the intro, get part of the plan
Splitting the grams, breaking down pounds and grams
You was the light, I was the crack and pipe
I was the high, you was the lord my life

You was my faith to whom I pray day to day
I was the way for you to face the pearly gates
I was the one who swore that a bitch was a bitch
A switch was a switch and a hit was a hit, nigga

What a nigga want? Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need? No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live? High speed on the grind
And how a nigga die? Getting shot by my nine

What a nigga want? Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need? No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live? High speed on the grind
And how a nigga die? Getting shot by my nine