The outsidas

Ye pull up i got that hot style Its been a hot while walkin the hot mile Lookin through a caught file been gettin real wild underneath dirt i piled ye spicy mo like mild No grin you jus smiled im 13 who you callin a child its the number i dialed all the digits i cycled you didn't get sprayed you got rifled aint thrown away its recycled ye yo ticket expired i must be hired you jus got fired day off and im tired i got the skills aquired yo ex is hella wired these lil boys inspired cyclin the cypher must've gotten nicer its a meat slicer aint listenin to no advisor im much wiser yo still stuck wit kaiser im a plan organizer its dinner no appatizer i try to talk i ain't no fighter if i have to ill swing much slighter you a slipper imma slida foos gettin me real hyper you hand held im a sniper we the seekers yo the hiders we burn wit fists you burn with lighters you all barkers we all biters stayin with the homies doin all nighters caught you slippin like the underwriters they be drivin while we the riders we in it jus like the outsiders Ye the outsiders