In His Own Words

They try to ban me, cause a brotha's makin noise a lot
I tell the asses and the boys
Bout to poise the block...they got me jocked
But now I'm strapped and gettin high
Runnin from the cop, as I try to cock my glock
The war won't stop
That's why they wanna ban the music
You ever notice how the cops can't stand the music
See a black man coolin with a mexican
We can all have peace on the sets again
Give a shout out to my homies in the penn, they try to keep us down
But we clown everytime we hit the Top 10.

Brothas talk a lot of shit, but that's after you gone
Cause they fear you in a physical form
Outlaw in His Own Words, they just get served
Stuck out on a block out when the drama occurs.

Once again it's ya friend out of Oakland
Hopin they keep the hip-hops clubs open
Now we can fight and let 'em close too
We can have peace and so we control them
Ain't nobody gettin paid, it's a damn shame
Why gangbang brothas in the same gang take security to blame
Cause they lettin it off, brothas come to have fun
But they settin it off
One time make it worst when they sweat us
Send a army of pigs to come get us
So I'm runnin out of time, and it's cool, down with my homeboys.

Brothas talk a lot of shit, but that's after you gone
Cause they fear you in a physical form
Outlaw in His Own Words, they just get served
Stuck out on a block out when the drama occurs.

What? Makaveli in his own words
What? Outlaw in his own words
What? Outlaw!