Immortal 2k Songtext
von 5th Ward Boyz feat. Outlawz

Parallel lives
Me and you lovin′ nothin' but the hustle
Mafia life and Mobb muscle
I′m the boss, 5th Ward boys and Outlawz
Give a fuck who you is, bitch I'll kill your kids
Do a bid, get out and kill your kin
Fuck the pen, a nigga baptized in sin
Shots of Hen, blows of weed, at high speed
Packin' heat, Immortal niggas ride with me

Pussy politics and paper, ghetto taxes to enslave us
Babies dyin′, mamas cryin′, ain't nobody comin′ to save us
Rather hate me than hate the game
Rather hate me cause you can't change
Rather hate me cause you lame and you stuck in this fuckin′ game
Highsidin', high cappin′, phony rappin' motherfuckers
It's Rap-A-Lot Mafia and we after you motherfuckers
Blastin′ you motherfuckers, be the Multi Lords
And the 5th Ward boys, join the mob and see the mob


More talent than an average jack
More balance than an average cat
Blastin′ back, mash for my stacks
I stab on the tracks, call me Noble Jordan Kersey
Oh, you wanna hurt me? My flow is controversy
I'm the motherfuckin′ best, nigga, ask the 'Pac
Aftershock and Rap-A-Lot, I can′t wait until we drop
I'm takin′ yours with 8 balls, breakin' your heart
In the 5th Ward with them boys, fuck the narcs
And when we spark in the dark, it ain't funny
Niggas gotta eat, motherfucker, take money

We wanna live a life of crime
Blind minds still find time to get high
We still ride, we still die
Even though we tryin′ to change
In this game, some made it through Hollywood
But we remain the same
Thug niggas, if you with us, put your guns in the sky
You wanna ride, we all ride
Outlawz, we multiply

Livin′ that mob life, the shife life, but it's real life
I put my faith in God, hope I don′t die tonight
It's critical up in these streets fuckin′ with me
Ridin' for that nigga ′Pac, screamin' M-O-B
Cause it's the Mobb, bitch, 5th Ward and Outlawz
We can′t be stopped, Rebel ′Llot blowin' up your whole block
Rollin′ fed, beamin' red dots on your head
Cock and squeeze until your boo-boo′s neck, you bleed
So call the cops when you see E-Rock
Fuckin' these bitch niggas, bustin′ nuts with my Glock


I get punch drunk, love fuckin' hoes in my underwear
From out the gutter, life stink like booty hair
I been there, that's why I′ll survive anywhere
Ride on any tier, don′t believe? Listen here
Yeah, these niggas is lame, tame, and scuffed at it
Scared shots out they Glocks when they buck at me
Hard to scratch me, even harder to relax me
You's a bitch boy, bitch boys we body on a back street

They see us comin′ from a mile away
Don't make this shit a silent day
Lettin′ off shots to your block 'til the coroner slowly ride away
Ain′t wheezin' up, we heatin' up, ready for rush hour
Goin′ off caps for powder, screamin′ money and the power
Die, motherfucker, well, try your luck up and fuck up
Don't let the smooth taste fool your ass, we kill on the hush hush
Well, get out the car, mayne, if your ass scared to ride
When niggas die, it′s homicides
Fuck around and fall up out the sky

We wanna live a life of crime
Blind minds still find time to get high
We still ride, we still die
Even though we tryin' to change
In this game, some made it through Hollywood
But we remain the same
Thug niggas, if you with us, put your guns in the sky
You wanna ride, we all ride
Outlawz, we multiply