Out Wit Da Old Songtext / Lyric

Ha-ha-ha-ha...

No Mercy, No Remorse

Picture that

He-he-he-he...

Take an eerie ride

You always remember, to give respect too

Yo' foul?

You remember when you was locked up in the clink?

Fa sho!

Didn't none of them bitch-ass niggas wanna help you get out?

Ha-ha, fa sho!

Look at that???? god damn thing

Yeeah Ninja Boy, now we better get them bennies baby

Forget about it, you niggas can't see me

Forget about it

Forget afuckingbout it






'94, to listen, to narrarate the blessin'

Passisus insists that you fools to start guessin'

X, is the teacher in this hold of Fort Knox

And my students blast like college mind

Heavyweight BOOM! now press be mine

Rat-tat-tat-tat

He just lost from the 9

Upward, this barn, indeed X-A-Rus

Hotter than thrush, you best X-A-Dus

Fool, you gets nothin', but draw??

And I see through rich niggas like?

X-ecution style, or behind the ear

With a twenty-two, i do, what i do

Done, what i did, the crowd screamed "Ooh!"

X?? step without a clue

I once was stranded, but went A-Wall

Hot left buck when I lyrical gang-bang

Rat-tat-tat-tat, now y'all remember that

Smoked-down to the roach

And the chronic was phat

Left a ride, 'cause I wrote that for Dre

Never fear a Devil, cult, they don't pray

Have my newton motto is "Fuck what they say!"

Is the brand new dollar, for my brand new day

Out with the old, and in with the new

Hit 'em with the heavyweight boom



Out Wit' Da Old, and in with the new

We always remember to give respect too

Those that battle-battle if your crude to pursue

I'll hit'cha like *BOOM* and I thought you knew



Yo, I tell 'em like this 'cause most niggas don't know

But X, was the backbone of Death Row

Snoop was the front-man

Dre was the beat

Show, was the nigga that made shit complete

Rage, was the lady

Kurupt was the mental

Daz, Dillinger blast with instrumental

All you other fools we condsider secondary

Let a twenty-four over the rhyme primary

My contemplated skill and ill to the little

My flex does a little, helps if you like the one in the praire

Feel the intense dry heat

That's when I add moisture

And lubricate the beat

An aquaduct force, or more than I construct that poems

Then I, swing my nuclear arms

And you *BOOM* blow up

Throw up your hands and form the X

Indeed I invisioned your flex

Quit fakin' a fall

But nowadays, these M.C.s be playin' the role of O.G.s

Listen as the awkward styles, like Robbie Brista

And written concepts top-up your transmistor



They slept when I rocked

But that's not on a jewel

They standed around and jocked screaming

"X, go wousy, woo-woo!"

Thousy, we go throw brand new

Stampeding through, like wild Caribou

Ooh, far from doo-doo that's shitty

First and foremost, from the Long Beach City

Never honourary, born and raised as true

I roll like a twenty, plus, I'm insane too

Creeps, I ain't dissin' none of my peeps

The first one to jump, is the first one to sleep

X, I drop the bomb, you remember

I put that on my Mama, Emma, drama



Noo... indeed

And forever andibly, you shall feel the strong, rage

Neretal all E, X

Indeed... ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa