Uncle Murda feat. Que Banz – We Outside | Lyrics

Lyrics We Outside – Uncle Murda feat. Que Banz

The whole gang outside with it
The whole gang outside with it
The whole gang outside with it
We outside, we outside
The whole gang outside with it
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah
The whole gang outside with it
You know the vibe, you know the vibe..②

Free the guys on the inside
We them n**gas that the feds d**k ride
Valet, we’re in, let s**t slide
See a opp, let a whole clip fly
Run down on ’em, no drive-by
Run down on ’em, no drive-by

Cold-hearted n**gas trap where they eat
I want all the smoke, look at my demeanor
I was young when I came outside
I remember n**gas trappin’ off the beeper
That’s when Slick Rick was comin’ out the speaker
Eric B. and Rakim, too

Before the Mexicans you went uptown
Girl, the Spanish boys ain’t no cheaper
Straight to the kitchen with it, get the bakin’ soda
Gotta whip it with it, n**ga
Is you Blood or you Crippin’ with it, n**ga
Thirty two shot TEC, one in the head
Scottie Pippen with it, n**ga
That was my b**ch first, Bow Wow voice
I had my d**k up in her, n**ga

The whole gang outside with it
The whole gang outside with it
The whole gang outside with it
We outside, we outside
The whole gang outside with it
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah
The whole gang outside with it
You know the vibe, you know the vibe..②

I know that they destined to try me
So I keep my weapon beside me
Keep it discreet, heard shots on the street
They tryna ‘fess up and line me
They know that we ball like a tournament
Red lights to his top like a ornament
I get to the bag, D’s on my ass
I backed up the chop and I tossed the grip

Water diamonds sittin’ all on my neck
Look closely, you could drown in it
Trap house, I’ma run up them rack
Stash spot got some pounds in it
Back to the race, did the Masi
Coulda backed out the wraith
Catch ’em lackin’ and put rounds in his face
Peel off and put the strap in a safe

They know how we move and follow the code of the streets
I did it ’cause I gotta eat
S**t is confusin, how could you love on a treesh
When I had her all on her knees
Spin blocks, start shootin’ keep a thirty in the V
Clutch the ‘matic, clear the scene
Pull up and boom, put bullet holes through his tee
Lead rippin’ through his spleen

The whole gang outside with it
The whole gang outside with it
The whole gang outside with it
We outside, we outside
The whole gang outside with it
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah
The whole gang outside with it
You know the vibe, you know the vibe..②…

➤ Written by Que Banz & Uncle Murda
Album: Don’t Come Outside Vol.2
Produced by Nico
Uncle Murda | Que Banz | 2020


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