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letra de come back outside, pt. 2 - albee al, mozzy, jim jones & millyz

[intro: albee al]
second time around, n—-
brought some steppers with me (what up?)
huh, back outside, we ain’t never go in (i don’t make mistakes, i’m not just like the rest of you)
told y’all this sh-t loaded up (ayy)
it’s the remix, it’s the g-mix

[verse 1: albee al]
man, i’m back outside
man, you gotta keep your strap outside
bring the mac outside
you’ll turn into a pack outside
why the opps keep hidin’?
come back outside

[verse 2: mozzy & albee al]
it’s the difference from outside and outdoors (it is)
leading scorer, if i brick, lil’ bro gon’ grab the board, that’s for sure
b-tton up galore when it be war, it’s two sides to every coin
rosе petals come with th-rns, you ain’t know?
god take us all to banе and fall
they told me that in ’02 before they gave us all them poles
yeah, n—-, yeah, n—-
jump inside this low
make sure it’s one inside the throat, safety opposite of home (outside)
we set the tone, brack it off, for you do not belong
drop this flag, it’s y’all life, try and right all his wrongs
and i ain’t mad, ’cause what we stood for ain’t where it’s at
crack the back and left it open
try and see if we gon’ lack
[verse 3: jim jones]
you asked me where i been, i said, “i never left”
spent half of that ‘yay money, but, i still got some cheddar left (silly)
i would let a fiend whip it, i kept front, he was a better chef
and after he cook it, i let him scr-pe up whatever’s left (keep that)
in the concrete jungle, had gorillas on my block
f-ck a short dope popo, they come and k!ll you on the spot
might catch me in the club, bunch of billies in the spot
i got time today, homie, that’s a quarter-million for the watch (nasty)
bet carpet, fly as h-ll in my ysl (you see me)
i do this for my homies that doin’ life and they goin’ die in jail (really, though)
in hindsight, i was a lil’ n—- tryna catch a stain (just a badass)
leave a n—-‘s shirt all red just like a ketchup stain

[verse 4: millyz]
it’s blanco, b-tch, i been outside (okay)
been dame moys tonight, i brought a quarter m outside (yeah, boy)
hit a rap with this, now i got his bm outside (yeah)
a friend outside, hit ’em both in the penthouse vibes (woo)
stained jane to the bussy, b-tch, i’m trim outside (trim outside)
lamb chop, rose culley, double m outside (double m outside)
f-ck the laws, we in new york with the fans outside (with the fans outside)
true believers, body cold, raise the temp’ outside (rise the temp’ outside)
marshall mathers with a ladder and a squad full of robbers (with the robbers)
youngin’ strikes, she like isis with the heart of a mortar (b-tch)
in real life, them people on us, i don’t argue with bloggers (huh?)
catch this b-tch early mornin’ while she walkin’ to starbucks (yeah, yeah)
[verse 5: albee al]
loadin’ up this dirty with my tank top (you know i’m loaded up)
when i shoot, it’s all net, i won’t bank shop (boom, i’m loaded up)
when i shoot, it’s like jordan when he fade away (ain’t no reason why i wouldn’t fade away)
started out head zero, but i made a way (gladiator)
h-n-i-c-a had to pave the way (gladiator)
come a time when a villain gotta save the day (come a time)
come a time when a predator gotta be the prey (you know about it)
better keep that sh-t on you, it could be your day (huh, huh)
now i’m still outside (ah)
so you gotta keep the still outside (ah)
you get k!lled outside (yeah)
—- poppin’ more than pills outside (ah)
you ain’t strapped and you lookin’ like a mill outside (yeah, f-ck’s up?)
poo side, free zoo time (confetti war)
don’t trip school ’cause you be home like in due time (skrrt, gang up)
i don’t know about them, but l’ma shoot mine (bang)
—- really savin’ hoes like coupons (f-ck ’em up)
no, i can’t save a ho, i’m tryna shave blow (yeah, i will)
it was july 15th and i made it snow (sho ’nuff)
you know i got it from the mud like where the gators go (from the mud)
and every strap got a beam, it’s a laser stroke (f-ck ’em up)
jason voorhees, how i walk him down (what?)
big homie don’t play that, i don’t talk to clamps (i don’t talk to clamps)
do i look like the type that you gon’ boss around with? (what?)
last n—- ducked that he in a coffin, n—-
[outro: albee al]
grrt, grrt, grrt
bah, bah, bah
oh, yeah
oh, yeah
i’m in the trenches
like that

- albee al mozzy jim jones millyz

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