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Verse 1 (C-Murder)

I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues
Just got shot got blood on my shoes
Two bullets in my chest that I cannot feel
Left the bulletproof vest in the Coup De ville
I m steadily getting weaker I don t know what to do
Picked up the mobil phone dialed T-R-U
Drove myself to the clinic with revenge on my mind
Had to stash all my dope and I hid my nine
Killa killa killa killa I ll pull your card
Just got out of jail beat a murder charge
Nigget niggaz in the hood don t take no crap
Quick to get the gat and peel your cap
Release from the clinic and now I m looking for a body
Strapped to the matt like a black John Gotti
Ruthless as fuck and my eyes is red
I wanna put a hollow tip in a motherfuckers head
I got word on the street I got funk with the southside
I m a show em how to do a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting ready
Taking out the tech nine putting up the machette
Got close to them fools told Silkk to cut the lights off
Grabbed my sawed off and blew the nigga arm off
Rat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat then we bailed out
Got away clean smoking blunts in the house
I can t trip cause you reap what you saw man
Cause murder is an everythang thang

(Chorus)

Its an everyday thang

Verse 2 (Master P)

I couldn t find a job so I started slanging crack
Ten motherfuckers in a one room shack
Chopping up ?? 20 s and 50 s to get my cash up
?? this fucking bitch to hold my mothafucking stash homie
72 oz s that will be two keys
Cook it up with some cut and turn it into three
Open up shop and start serving double ups
5 days later watch a nigga fucking bubble up
Bitches on my dick cause they know I m living fat
And get the Lexus painted everytime it gets a scratch
But I ain t even tripping
cause I know these hoes don t like me
And every fucking day the feds out to indict me
But I ain t going out on know motherfucking bullshit case
I d rather slang tapes across the world state to state
Look for distributions start up my own company
So the major motherfucking labels they could hump me
No Limit came up quick just like a bullet
But Master P ?? we pull it
And all them playa hating suckes still talking shit
Better check Billboard the number one hit
Still on the hood on the under ??
Cause selling dope is an everyday thang

(Chorus)

[LOC]
Suburban Noize Records
Go
Kottonmouth Kings 2004
We got this punk hip-hop shit on lock.

[Chorus]
We are the Outcast’s.
Running renegades.
Modern day anti-hero’s.
Making room for better days.
Punkers and rebels.
Wild in the streets.
Fighting for our freedom.
We got our own beliefs.
O-U-T-C-A-S-T Outcast, Outcast
Now we got u watchin’ us we’re Outcast, Outcast.
O-U-T-C-A-S-T Outcast, Outcast
Now we got u watchin’...

Immer wenn wir uns sah n
War ich ein bischen spät
Und in all den Jahr n
Hat sich das nicht gelegt
Und dann beim ersten Mal
Als wir am Meer war n
Wars kalt und nebelig
Doch das störte nicht
Und...

Amor s pfeil ist giftig, und ich hoffe, er trifft dich
und weil du s eh wieder vergißt, hier hast du s schriftlich,
schreit sie mich an als würde sie mich hassen
und verläßt die wohnung mit der betonung auf verlassen.
dabei hatt ich doch an alles gedacht
hab...

The summit, the peaks
The plains and the valley
The ballad, the fog, the bank with the alley
The waking hour, the moment, the dream
The moaning, the murmur, the laughter, the scream
The filling beginning, the quiet finale
Eh eh eh eh lifetime, lifetime
Keep keeping on
Maintain the rock, keep up the rock

[Verse 2]
The lights in...

Da ist nichts, was ich noch sagen kann
damit irgendwann alles besser wird
und da ist nichts, was du noch sagen kannst
damit irgendwann das aufhört, was in mir ist

und wenn es so wär, dass ich dich niemals mehr wieder seh
erinner...