Immortal 2K lyrics

Intro:
(Gunshots)
5th Ward and Outlawz x6

Verse 1:
[007 of the 5th Ward Boyz]
I'm a little lost
Me and you, knowin' nothin' but the hustler
Mafia life and mob musta
What the loss, 5th Ward Boyz and Outlawz
Don't give a f*ck who you is
b*tch, I kill your kids
You a B, get at your kid you can
f*ck the pen
A n*gga baptized the sin
Shots are here, blows of weed and high speed
Paddy deep, immortal n*ggas ride with me

Verse 2:
[E.D.I of the Outlawz]
Is it politics or paper
Ghetto taxes to enslave us
Babies die, mommas cry
Ain't nobody come and save us
Better hate and I hate you then
Now hate me cause you can't change
Now hate me cause you blame me of stoppin' this f*ckin' thing
High sign and high tappin' phone, rappin' motherf*ckers
It's Rap-A-Lot Mafia and we at you motherf*ckers
Blast at you motherf*ckers, we the most T-lawz
And the 5th Ward Boyz join the mob and see the mob
Verse 3:
[Young Noble of the Outlawz]
Bein' talent than an average jab
More balanced than an average cat
Slappin' leg, last for my stack
I stab with the track
Call me low ends on the (?)
Oh you wanna hurt me, or blow a controversy
I'm the motherf*ckin' best n*gga, after Pac
After stuck at Rap-A-Lot
I can't wait till we drop
I'm takin' yours with 8-ball
Bringin' you all
In the 5th Ward with them Boyz, f*ck it up
And when we f*ckin' it up it ain't FUNNY
n*ggas gotta eat, motherf*cker take MONEY

Chorus:
[All]
You live the life of crime
Blind mine
Still find time to gettin' high
We still ride and we still die
We die even though we try to change in this game
Still 5th Ward and Outlawz stay remain the same
Some aim to get with them
Put your guns in the sky
(Put your guns in the sky)
One time we all ride
Outlawz we multiply
Bye, bye
Verse 4:
[E-Rock of the 5th Ward Boyz]
Livin' that mob life, that's sheist fly
But it's real life
I put my faith in God, hope I don't die tonight
It's critical look in these streets
f*ckin' with me
Tried for that n*gga Pac, screamin' M.O.B
Cause it's the mob b*tch
5th Ward and Outlawz
We can't be stopped
Rap-A-Lot blowin' up your whole block
Rollin' bad, beamin' red dots on your head
c*ckin', squeezin'
To your Fubu (gunshot) like you bleed so
Coward guys, when you see E-Rock
f*ckin' these b*tch n*ggas, bustin' nuts with my Glock

Verse 5:
[Kastro of the Outlawz]
Gettin' punch-drunk, motherf*ckin' hoes in my underwear
]From out the gutter, life stink like hootie-hair
I been there, that's why I survive anywhere
Fried any tear, don't believe this here
Yeah, these n*ggas is lame, tamed as Puff Daddy
Scared shots out they Glock when they caught at me
Hard scratched me, even harder to relax me
You a b*tch, boy and 5th Ward be body on the bags
Verse 6:
[Lo-Life of the 5th Ward Boyz]
This sh*t's comin' from a mile away
Don't make me sh*t a style a day
Lend of shots to your block
Till the corners throw their ride away
Ain't weezin up, we heatin' up
Ready for rush hour
Throwin' up gas and powder
Screamin' money and the power die
Motherf*cker, go try your luck up and f*ck up
Don't let your smooth chase
Fool your ass, what you gonna hush us
We did it out the car man
Put your ass in the ride
When n*ggas die of homicide
(?) f*ckin' sky

Chorus x1,5

(Gunshots)
5th Ward Boyz and Outlawz x3