[Intro: JT The Bigga Figga]
2K2 n***a
Uh huh uh huh
It's them get low n***as and them outlaw n***as
What's up Young Nobe?
JT The Bigga Figga
Dub Uh Huh Uh Huh
Telly Mac though

[Verse 1: JT The Bigga Figga]
My life is nothin' like a movie on the big screen
My clique reads for green, the black version of scream
I've got a mothafuckin' murder team
We young hogs, skinny n***a swingin big balls
Big guns in our drawers
You puppies woofin' to this big dog
I keep my shit raw, clique lavish explicit battle on all y'all
Get Low Outlaw, give a fuck about y'all
We hit you n***as quick with the south paw
Cash on delivery, criminal chemistry
Keep 45 infinity, the mobsta of the industry
Politically incorrect, just retrospect
And respect a skinny n***a with a loud mouth and a new Tech

[Verse 2: Double-D]
It's double D in the place to be, bitch
And I got what it takes to make a G flip so quick
I'm colder than ice pistol holdin' while strollin' at night
To me it's nothin' dog like rollin' a dice
Whether hit or crap out, whatever [?] then I'm back out
On the streets like a wild beast, stabbin' with his gat out
Fiendin' for blood, lost human beings fiendin' for love
Lost in the mind blinded by the demons and drugs
Where the love at? Catch me on the corner where the thugs at
Blow a dub sack with ya, bust a couple raps with ya
Then I gotta jet 'cause my set be flamin'
For respect n***as bang with they plastic swangin'
[Chorus: Telly Mac]
It's the Outlawz and Get Low, we out to get the real dough
West coast East coast, Dirty Jerz to Fillmoe
Get ya scrill yo, it's for real yo
Get ya scrill yo, it's for real
It's the Outlawz and Get Low, we out to get the real dough
West coast East coast, Dirty Jerz to Fillmoe
Get ya scrill yo, it's for real yo
Get ya scrill yo, it's for real

[Verse 3: JT The Bigga Figga]
If you catch me with the mic in my hand I'm comin' right from the van
With major plots to get to hundreds of grands
I got 'em scopin' or blowin' take 'em all for the flow
And stay skirtin in a mothafuckin' fo tre o
Leathered down like I'm Loc A low
Zigg zagg in they pockets to makin profit's like the dope man code
I stay silky when I'm bobbin and weavin' I may be robbin and thievin
Makin Fetti, I could hardly believe it
My n***as thuggin for the rap sheet, they lust for papes
We tuck the tape, and majors get fucked in the face
I'm a hot boy H-O-V- and always stay low key
A Outlaw, from the G-L-P

[Verse 4: Young Noble]
Young Noble Outlaw, with my Get Low family
From the Scro to the Bricks, n***as understand me
Never underrated, never wanna make me mad neither
I'm tycoonin like that JT The Bigga Figga
You might catch Nobe cruisin' through Fillmoe
Meet Telly Mac, Double D and D-Mo
Puffin a swisher or fuckin' with bitches
You know them low and them law n***as we don't fuck with snitches
JT the one that said we should go independent and we
We dropped Ride With Us Or Collide With Us
Now the ball is bouncin' the Lawz is countin'
Calls from my accountants to the mall I'm bouncin'
And I'm never gonna stop this shit
All my n***as in the bay, they gon' cop this shit
Outlaw Get Low, who can top this shit?
I got back up before when I fire I hate
[Chorus: Telly Mac]
It's the Outlawz and Get Low, we out to get the real dough
West coast East coast, Dirty Jerz to Fillmoe
Get ya scrill yo, it's for real yo
Get ya scrill yo, it's for real
It's the Outlawz and Get Low, we out to get the real dough
West coast East coast, Dirty Jerz to Fillmoe
Get ya scrill yo, it's for real yo
Get ya scrill yo, it's for real

[Verse 5: Telly Mac]
I'm the mothafuckin' general, my n***as call me Mac Tell
From the Fillmoe, Frisco, the city of pack bill
Mark fuck a mark, it be murder after dark
When you come into the bay with the giants and the sharks
We be sharp, and we all be on point like darts
In the streets, how they do it in the jerz back east
What we don't need no iron, we already creased
And what we speak, happens every day of the week
Shit we need street wars when the heat pours
And if you able to Get Low or the Outlawz then detour
We blowin' up like C-4, out for respect, no rewards
Open up yo' eyes n***a see more than you saw before

[Verse 6: San Quinn]
You get destroyed like the world trade, the world amazed
When the verse is served I burn the page
I set the stage for the G-Shit to occur
Bricks we scur you found hatin' 'cause my foundation is firm
Press the issue like perms, harder than Jada's
I move in silence, kill n***as on paper (Blaow!)
You're bodies will be missin (Ha!)
No longer will you be mentioned (No!)
Life fiction Outlaw Get Low Fillmoe mission (N***a!)
Loc down like a 20 sack, get pride give me that
'Fore I put you where the worms be, show you how the semi act
A damn fool, truly rude
Like a Jamaican never will I be fakin' a move