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Boss Hogg Outlawz

Soul Survivor Flow

[talking:]

Outlaw nigga, that's what this is nigga

The truth is in the booth, on this one here

Killa, this for all my niggaz on the grind mayn

All them niggaz in the trap, to damn near 6 in the morning

Getting that bread this for you nigga, hey run it

[Hook:]

And if you looking for me, I'll be on the block

With them rocks, trying to move em all till I sell out

Because I'm a outlaw, because I'm a outlaw

Cooking chickens in the kitchen, pyrexes in the scale

Doing what I gotta do, just so I can make mail

Because I'm a outlaw, because I'm a outlaw

[Kyleon:]

At night I can't sleep, I'm making my mail

Pyrex in the microwave, I'm weighing a scale

Watching my back for them haters, hoping they don't tell

The FED's to kick in my do', so they can take me to jail

And even though them streets hot, Killa still on the grind

Rain snow or sunshine man, I'm still on the grind

Taking Penitentiary chances, to feed my daughter

Can't stop the block rolling, and they need them orders

[Hook]

[PJ:]

6 in the morning, still on the block pumping

Daughter need shoes, nigga gotta do something

Eyes bloodshot, I ain't slept in three days

Laying in the bushes, boys got three K's

Came up rough, got my game from the block

Got niggaz dead, got niggaz on lock

Doing what I gotta, cause a nigga gotta get it

Game to be sold, listen to a nigga spit it what

[Hook]

[Chris Ward:]

I'm in my granny's house in Washington, trying to cook in the kitchen

I'm upstairs in the bathroom with a microwave, cooking a pigeon

A few hours later, I'm on the street looking and pitching

Someone was paid to come see me, so I took they admission

Ay I'm optimistic, so I look with ambition

Got a focused eye sight, so I look with precision

I look with a vision, you niggaz can't see what I see

And every hood is my hood, but you can't be where I be

Nigga, C. Wigga got the block on lock

And the army green H.D., and the glock on cock

Cause these haters'll try to play ya, on the strip

So it gotta be known, you won't hesitate to spray a clip

So here's a tip, don't forget that I'm one of the one's

That'll let my youngn's run through ya, like a box a honey buns

And um all I hang around, is bosses and dons

And I don't mind the grind, all take a million in all ones

[Hook]