They try to ban me, cause a brotha's makin noise a lot,
I tell the asses and the boys,
bout to poise the block...they got me jocked,
but now I'm strapped and gettin high,
runnin from the cop, as I try to cock my glock...
the war won't stop,
that's why they wanna ban the music,
you ever notice how the cops can't stand the music...
see a black man coolin with a mexican
we can all have peace on the sets again...
give a shout out to my homies in the penn, they try to keep us down,
but we clown everytime we hit the Top 10...
Brothas talk a lot of shit, but that's after you gone,
cause they fear you in a physical form...
Outlaw in His Own Words, they just get served,
stuck out on a block out when the drama occurs...
Once again it's ya friend out of Oakland,
Hopin they keep the hip-hops clubs open...
now we can fight and let 'em close too,
we can have peace and so we control them...
ain't nobody gettin paid, it's a damn shame,
why gangbang brothas in the same gang take security to blame,
cause they lettin it off, brothas come to have fun,
but they settin it off...
One time make it worst when they sweat us,
send a army of pigs to come get us...
so I'm runnin out of time, and it's cool, down with my homeboys...
Brothas talk a lot of shit, but that's after you gone,
cause they fear you in a physical form...
Outlaw in His Own Words, they just get served,
stuck out on a block out when the drama occurs...
What? Makaveli in his own words
What? Outlaw in his own words
What? Outlaw!