Song Lyrics

I came here to make music
I ain't come here to make friends, mother fucker
Y'all niggas run around here talkin' 'bout the opps
Do you know who the opps is?
The opps is not your brother, you stupid mother fuckers
It's the niggas beatin' the shit outta us (Outlawz) every day (L-O-X) on the internet
And gettin' away with it
Let that shit rip, Slay
Yeah

I was down with Biggie but you know I'm an outlaw
Shot a nigga, rode out the pot playin' Outlawz
This ain't a rhyme, it's a fact, or an outpour
Pour out some liquor for the homies I can't account for
Used to play the Beamer gettin' high playin' Still I Rise
Never touch the Ghost, that is ill-advised
Feel for the hammer, I don't feel the vibe
'Cause you on a quest, I don't feel your tribe
Told Slay get the K in, let it spray once then spray again to see who's left
From N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oak Town
Test us, they'll see you less
Matter fact, never again
You a small island, I'm the big hurricane that just swept in
Pick a suit and a place you wanna get left in
Oh my, look at the reaper, he just crept in (Ghost)

Against all opps
It's time that the streets unite
I'm your brother, we don't have to fight
Against all opps
It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is

Just got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot
Said the streets need a joint from the 'Lawz and LOX
Couldn't agree more, these rappers is all lost
Hearin' ATL flows in Jers' and New York
Original cloth, my era was just different
Been lit before the internet even existed
This generation is sickenin', their choice of drug is attention
Grown ass men in they feelings
Niggas say anything you put a camera in they face
But you won't hear anything when a hammer in his face
The struggle is the same from Compton to Yonkers
Ghetto gospel, Makaveli apostle
F*ck a peace, Kadafi, Syke and Fatal
No gimmicks, independent, never needed a major label
I'm not a slave, went against the grain
Fought the power, nigga, Chuck and Flav
Outlaw to the grave

It's time that the streets unite
I'm your brother, we don't have to fight
Against all opps
It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is

Ay yo
Think about this, who out there hotter than Kiss?
Hotter than P?
F*ck that, who hotter than me?
Don Gorilla, Silver B Bobby Backlund
No talkin', either get to scrappin' or get to clappin'
These pussies act hard when they be rappin'
Fake by theyself, all you gotta do is smack 'em
Take his chain off, unwrist wrap 'em
Probably one nigga wit' 'em, gotta clap at 'em
What it look like? I don't even know what the hook like
All I do is spit and make sure it cook right
Today was fucked up but tonight is a good night
Gettin' head in different spaces
Broke niggas turn rich like Trading Places
Five lawyers, two cases
Ten large back then, that was just in Ace's
I ain't gotta say shit, I could read your faces
Haters

It's time that the streets unite
I'm your brother, we don't have to fight
Against all opps
It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is
Against all opps

My Warfrank Gazelles got these lames so jel
I know what's up your skirt mane, it ain't hard to tell
You pussy like gatos, nigga, we are not bros
My whole family full of real ones, y'all are not those
Classic like Caddy's, keep a baddie in the backseat
Ride shotgun, another one, call 'em a two piece
No sides, never let a hoe ass nigga ride
No lie, made nigga, Outlaw 'til I fry
County to county, man, these niggas know about me
International EDI, I get to it like it's easy
God, I hate your proposal, so I stay low key 'til I catch 'em slippin'
Catch 'em sippin' Ice T and get to cop killin'
Yellin' OFL 'til they throw me a cell
And even then I probably have the whole pen with me
Fat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh
Makaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me
This is history in the makin', either Styles and Jason
Young Noble, Sheek Louch, y'all niggas wanna see who?
Wanna see who? Wanna see who?
Wanna do who?

They just gon' carry a casket, don't let 'em amp you
I don't want a trap beat, please, I need a sample
I don't want 'em near me, nah, they scary
They'll never understand the 7 Day Theory
Need to get out more, L-O-X and The Outlawz
Switch hitter, nigga, let the hammer off southpaw
Naw, no man is not to fear
And we shoulda did a joint back when Pac was here
That we couldn't even let Big Poppa hear
Everybody gripped up 'cause the opps is here
Prayin' for my downfall, All Eyez On Me
Somethin' happen, they just gon' tell lies on me
That's it, filled to the top but the ride's on E
Too slippery to ever let you slide on me
F your highness, one third of Yonkers' finest
The love's unconditional, the bond is timeless
What?

Keith Grayson, Jason Phillips, David Styles, Sean Jacobs, Rufus Cooper

The duration of Against All Opps is 4:30 minutes and seconds.