Artist: Lil' Flip & Young Noble Album: All Eyez On Us Song: Last Dayz Typed by: southsidebaulla@yahoo.com *send corrections to the typist [Lil' Flip-Talking] Gyeah, this what you wanna hear right this what it's about stop lyin in the streets man you ain't doin what you puttin on them records nigga I know yo past nigga, so you can miss me with that bullshit I'm a gangsta this, I'm a shoot that I'm a pop this, I'm a stab him you ain't gon do shit, you ain't gon do shit cause you'se a bitch [Verse 1-Lil' Flip] Look many people wanna know what I been through a whole bunch of bullshit but I continue to make great music, I make that good music you do commercial music, I do that hood music remember 'Game Over'I hit the punchlines remember 'Sunshine'three hundred thousand times that's how many spins I got-and I got a plaque I got a Bentley Coupe nigga on top of that the Rolex still in my fuckin'safe nigga you a kid to me so I put you in yo place nigga I been around the rap game for like 12 years I'm drinkin Cristal, you barely drinkin 12 beers I'm smokin weed my nigga, I gotta grow mine these niggas shoot slugs at me, I gotta throw mine you can diss me nigga I'm a come and see ya when them hollow tips hit ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya (Chorus-Lil' Flip) The streets don't lie, so quit thinkin the beef gon'die I need atleast five blunts for me to get high fuck the cops, I'm a ride so tell my enemies them niggas better hide-I gotta forty five (Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave nigga (Buhhh-Buhhh)you better behave nigga (Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave cause we livin our last dayz [Verse 2-Young Noble] I spitt that ol'thug spirtual nigga like you live through this, they gon label you a miracle nigga this sort of like a Panther party one nation of thugs comin together not to dance and party livin nations in the game-Outlawz a known threat ain't never had a deal, and we still ain't broke yet first things, first man-you fuckin with the worse if you scared get a dog-or take yo ass to church Uhh Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, we Outlaw military, Makaveli trained them little homies slang, and the big homies bang I shine through my rhymes fuck a car and a chain remain the thug's blue print they'd rather cop some old Outlaw 'Pac shit, then most of y'all new shit remind you bastards-nothin but them timeless classics learn about us in them college classes (Chorus-Lil' Flip) [Verse 3-Lil' Flip] Ay my partnas in the hood I can't let e'm starve I fuck with Keak The Sneak, I fuck with Messy Marv I fuck with San Quin, I pack a Mac-10 these niggas never seen a black Maybach Benz I was the first rapper to ever have one I seen a diamond chain I had to grab one then Nelly got one, then niggas followed soon that's when I told Johnny make my piece all blue [Verse 4-Young Noble] Look mean what you say or don't say shit I fuck with Scarface, I fuck with J-Prince I fuck with my nigga Trae, the whole A-B-N Big House and Sac, Real Talk Entertainment the streets don't lie-niggas is gon'die nigga I'm on fire, niggas is gon'ride Yeah it's Outlaw for life we ain't doin what y'all doin-we doin it right (Chorus Till End)