World Order lyrics

[Kastro]
Holdin' my ground hard, when a pound sounds I hit 'em round dog
Full twist I pull flips, convicts commit your frail dog
Body drowns y'all, I heavily brawl
Us down, when y'all found I'm a deadly dog
I see they pretty lights sevvy with a heavy revolve'
Outlawz and Cream Team n*gga, ready for war
Blow steadily fall victim for spittin' secure
Lit 'em up before he guard and +Hit 'Em Up+ once more
For the love thing, thug thing, n*ggas in the drug game
Blood stains of pain, came in to make your mug pain

[Napoleon]
n*gga this a young thug Outlaw, feelin' love, feelin' war
Fill it up with me, lethal sh*t you never seen before
I'ma block those and I'm also new block on my car door
Shoot you out your pocket, get the f*ck out them old clothes
You pus*y n*gga, today to day made me
pus*y n*ggas you blazin' me then blaze n*gga (you pink n*gga)
You f*ckin' with the wrong n*gga
Napoleon Outlaw verses biatches

[Chorus: Young Noble]
You must be out your motherf*ckin' mind
Ain't no f*ckin' with this
If you love to start sh*t n*gga bust your clips
Feel this, all my young n*ggas ride with us
Yo no snakes on no body gonna survive with us
Outlaw soldiers and Cream Team +World Order+
Defuse front shorters, snuze you're a gonna
Uz' crossed the border, we stay in here often
America's most wanted, prepare for justice
[E.D.I.]
Now who's wins the war's wage, I spent days in the cave
Cuz, motherf*ckers would hate to see you get paid
I stayed down and always stayed around the n*ggas I know
With other n*ggas who switchin' sides and flippin' cullbals
Soap story, killer glory with my Mac-11
Sendin' these b*tches back to heaven, for seven
Steppin' for lessons, handed down from my peeps
Me and my n*ggas makin' you motherf*ckers release
Gather round and peep how it take place
How it take with all the snitches, fake
And curious waving here but we still anticipate it
Oh you don't think so, but your b*tch, she wanna taste the sh*t
So while you top glockin', I sh*t, keep flock rockin'
Hurse from Makaveli's, who start toppin'
I start marchin' 'til your death day
I switch hands with them leather spray, leave the rest to pay
Blast them to yesterday, discussin' past times and them pains remain
Like a half a dudley day, I spit raps the Delli way
With nuttin' but truth, bustin' the troups
And what the f*ck you gonna do n*gga

[Chip Banks]
Banky meet with E.D.I. Amin, we blast your team
This time we smash your team
It's gonna be the other weird sh*t you ever seen, 'nah'mean
n*gga, who you darin', I challenge anybody
I know you heard about me
Banky Baby, I keep the Cream Team thugs around me
And keep it rowdy, nothin' but Benzes, benjis and drugs around me
Where I'm from, son we lick shots first
If a n*gga act shady, we hit 'im where it hurts
Pull his mask off and snatch off his skirt
May his last ride be in the hurse, you hear me?
This one for my Cream Team n*ggas
My thug n*ggas, all my sell drug n*ggas
My gang related n*ggas and all my belated n*ggas, what? huh
Chorus

[Young Noble]
It be the holiest b*tch, spittin' pain like this
n*ggas be like, why the f*ck he came and sh*t
Nasty new streets slug a n*gga when you walk there
Raw sh*t for the dog yeah, how the denim call get
North kid, then attack you ten on some smooth sh*t
Outlaw executionists, retribute the sh*t
Makaveli, Killa Kadafi, that's the new sh*t
And f*ck you said, reach out and touch new sh*t
f*ck the government cuz they ain't tryna help a soldier
I never told ya half the bottle bakin' soda
But you stuck it so I kept it, if you broke then I done sweat it
I sticked it to this thug sh*t but I expected it, whatever