Mask Down Lyrics

Mask Down lyrics

What 

Young Noble nigga 

Get it right 



Verse 1: Young Noble




For the world 

My girl 

My kid 

My dog 

And I know
you mad at Pac for creating the Outlawz 

For the block 

Cops and the
pigeons who watch 

For the dope 

The blow 

The crime 

The dro


For the rhymes 

The dimes 

The crimes 

And the time 

For
the message 

The lesson 

The stressing and the blessing 

For the
hurt 

The work 

The smurfs in the dirt 

For the schools 

The
tools 

The rules 

The fools 

For the dead 

The fed 

The
party's over here 

For the wild 

The style 

It started in the
Claire 

For the street 

The beat 

The niggas with the heat 

For
the Lawz 

The dogs 

We do this shit for y'all 

For the jails


The cells 

The waiting on your mail 

For the pain 

The rain


The mutha fuckin game 

For the heart 

The narcs 

The niggas in
the park 

And you have to have your heat 

Because it's crazy after dark
nigga 



Chorus: 2x 



Young Noble: 



For the dough


The creme 

The hoes 

The fiends 

And I'm riding till my life
is through 

And mashing for my dreams 

Click clack up 

I'm mashing
for my team 

Bitch back up 



Ya Yo: 



We outta mask up


And hit they ass up 



Verse 2: Ya Yo 



For the life


The stripes 

The knife and the price 

For the Ya the Yo 

The
days with the blow 

For the drops 

The coupes 

The shots off the
roof 

For the niggas 

The bitches 

The trigger finger itching


For the hoods 

The 'burbs 

The homies with the herb 

For the
safe combination 

And keys to your place 

For the cars 

The jewels


The furs 

The ??? 

For the bitches who be copying Ya 

Watching
all my moves 

For the rise and fall 

Of mine and yours 

Yeah you're
from the cradle 

I was born an Outlaw 



Verse 3: Edi




Getting paid 

Getting laid 

All day 

Everyday 

Niggas
hate 

Don't matter 

We gonna come up anyway 

Edi Ahmeen 

Outlaw


Bring your team down raw 

Peep this scheme 

Now all calling them
fake nigga holocaust 

And of course we enforce everything that we spitting
here 

Yo you smell something funky hear 

That's because we just shitted
here 

In this year 

Niggas get it clear 

See there shares disappear


We coming from the rear 

Got you running in fear 



Verse 4:
H-Rider 



When the job needs to be done 

I'm there for the cause


Riding and dying for the cause 

They'll never come 

Dick riders


And the dick provide you with guns 

That spit hand first 

Come
quick 

Bang in silence 

Since I hit for the kid 

I'm a ??? rider


Somehow I got bullets that'll find you 

And if you don't like me


And cross me 

There's gonna be problems 

I harm 'em in the arm and
leg 

Right here is where you lay 



Young Noble: 



Outlaw




Chorus: 2x 



Verse 5: Napoleon 



It's the life


Full of cash 

Full of gats 

Full of hoes 

Got bullet hoes for
foes 

Trying to stay up on my toes 

In the middle of the ghetto


Ain't got nowhere to turn 

Just plenty of money to earn 

And
plenty of money to burn 

When feds hit the block 

Go ahead with your
shots 

Lead for the cops 

Head full of dots 

Cremated on the spot


It's a cycle for the long pay 

Might just go the wrong way


Grinding in a strong way 

Get along 

No way 

Drama at the law


Riding for the cause 

Coming at your door 

Your nigga dead and he
don't know what he died for 

What about that nigga that struggling


Ain't sleeping right 

What about them kids on the street 

Ain't
eating right 

Outlaw 

Treat 'em like we do it so OG like 

Living
life 

Taking flights 

Niggas might just die tonight 

Murder cases
in a bloody way 

Something gotta get a day 

You outta your mind if you
say ain't heard of me