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[Young Zee]


*Talking*


I`m allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want...


This the Outhouse...


Lemme smoke a joint first...


Here, Pace...


[Young Zee]


95% of all y`all rappers butt


And y`all ride dick so much y`all gon` make me nuts


You`ll get your jaw clocked, I`ll drag your ass for four blocks


Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop


Gay or straight, my Papermate`ll do a date rape


Zee can`t wait, I`ll go Great Bank on a blank tape


Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice


Good to hit twice `fore you catch me usin` trick dice


Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels


My colon holdin` pills, fuck takin` some Golden Seal


I smoke leaky and black like BET


And fuck hoes raw dog `til my balls catch VD


Mess with us, straight up, y`all better bust


I`m the one you`ll never dust, it`s still the same as it ever was


I`ll leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls


And scream, "If y`all ain`t Outz then y`all could ride my balls!"


Beef with us you might just catch a black eye


And ride for your crispy 850-I


I fuck with them drugs `cuz it gets me high


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


Been doin` this rap shit since `85


Then `Clef put me down with the Fugee-la


It`s only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa


Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa





[Slang Ton]


Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy


Put `em in the hospital and give `em a poison IV


My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk


It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps


We sip lots of liq` shots


It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I


kickboxed with flip-flops


And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy


Shit I be dyin` for is your piece of shit hobby?


You borin` like Oran Dice, I`m more than hype


Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites


Ton Slanga, I`m dopin`, pills and cokin`


Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin`





[Az-izz]


Now, when your partner die, who got the right


To do the homicide and you shot the guy?


And when you`s `bout to cry who got you high?


Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


I`ll blast the guy that don`t pass the lye


Leave him paralized and agonized


Fellas, grab the thighs that`s by your side


Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa





[D.U.]


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco





[Pace Won]


Wanna live this Outsida business


Blunt splitters, all that


Multiple musical contracts to fallback...


On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat...


Armed like Emmit when I rush crews


More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove


Don`t need hands to touch you


Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like


The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe


Slap the fuck out you, remember us


I`m the man your father never was, or could`ve been


Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I would`ve went


Got it down, yo


Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldn`t "Take The Crown Home"


Try to call me out and get the dial tone


Pace Woner, dickin` 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer





[Eminem]


Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein` chased


For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place


I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides`


And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train rides


I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool


And chews on human body tissue `til its stomach gets full


Skip school, barely went to class, thinkin` shit`s cool


Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kid`s stool


I had a dream I blew up with half a mil` sold


And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone`s billfold


I`m from the city where the weather`s always real cold


And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin` steel-toed


We be hangin` on the block `til dawn


Stayin` spaced out like Dr. Octagon


Feelin` for the beats like they Chaka Khan


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah


Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muah


Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa





[Young Zee]


Beef with us you might just catch a black eye


And ride for your crispy 850-I


We fuck with them drugs `cuz it gets us high


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


Been doin` this rap shit since `85


Then `Clef put me down with the Fugee-la


It`s only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa


Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa


Mama-se, Ma-sa, Macosa


Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa

[Young Zee]


*Talking*


I`m allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want...


This the Outhouse...


Lemme smoke a joint first...


Here, Pace...


[Young Zee]


95% of all y`all rappers butt


And y`all ride dick so much y`all gon` make me nuts


You`ll get your jaw clocked, I`ll drag your ass for four blocks


Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop


Gay or straight, my Papermate`ll do a date rape


Zee can`t wait, I`ll go Great Bank on a blank tape


Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice


Good to hit twice `fore you catch me usin` trick dice


Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels


My colon holdin` pills, fuck takin` some Golden Seal


I smoke leaky and black like BET


And fuck hoes raw dog `til my balls catch VD


Mess with us, straight up, y`all better bust


I`m the one you`ll never dust, it`s still the same as it ever was


I`ll leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls


And scream, "If y`all ain`t Outz then y`all could ride my balls!"


Beef with us you might just catch a black eye


And ride for your crispy 850-I


I fuck with them drugs `cuz it gets me high


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


Been doin` this rap shit since `85


Then `Clef put me down with the Fugee-la


It`s only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa


Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa





[Slang Ton]


Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy


Put `em in the hospital and give `em a poison IV


My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk


It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps


We sip lots of liq` shots


It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I


kickboxed with flip-flops


And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy


Shit I be dyin` for is your piece of shit hobby?


You borin` like Oran Dice, I`m more than hype


Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites


Ton Slanga, I`m dopin`, pills and cokin`


Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin`





[Az-izz]


Now, when your partner die, who got the right


To do the homicide and you shot the guy?


And when you`s `bout to cry who got you high?


Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


I`ll blast the guy that don`t pass the lye


Leave him paralized and agonized


Fellas, grab the thighs that`s by your side


Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa





[D.U.]


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco





[Pace Won]


Wanna live this Outsida business


Blunt splitters, all that


Multiple musical contracts to fallback...


On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat...


Armed like Emmit when I rush crews


More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove


Don`t need hands to touch you


Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like


The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe


Slap the fuck out you, remember us


I`m the man your father never was, or could`ve been


Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I would`ve went


Got it down, yo


Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldn`t "Take The Crown Home"


Try to call me out and get the dial tone


Pace Woner, dickin` 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer





[Eminem]


Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein` chased


For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place


I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides`


And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train rides


I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool


And chews on human body tissue `til its stomach gets full


Skip school, barely went to class, thinkin` shit`s cool


Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kid`s stool


I had a dream I blew up with half a mil` sold


And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone`s billfold


I`m from the city where the weather`s always real cold


And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin` steel-toed


We be hangin` on the block `til dawn


Stayin` spaced out like Dr. Octagon


Feelin` for the beats like they Chaka Khan


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah


Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muah


Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa





[Young Zee]


Beef with us you might just catch a black eye


And ride for your crispy 850-I


We fuck with them drugs `cuz it gets us high


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


Been doin` this rap shit since `85


Then `Clef put me down with the Fugee-la


It`s only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie


Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa


Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa


Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa


Mama-se, Ma-sa, Macosa


Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa

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