God's Plan - Outlawz, Ronnie Spencer, Trigga Trife

September 13th 1996, On the Vegas strip he laid to rest

Ever since I had a hole in my chest

And it happened the one day you ain’t rock your vest

Only 25 you ain’t even reach your full potential

Going through your struggle with the whole world watching you

Sat by you in the hospital for 6 days straight

I’m thinking damn how much can one man take

My thug angel I won’t stray you

You saved us and raised us

Homie this corner’s like cages

Graced the world with your presence Ima rep it till the death of me

O-U-T-L-A-W-Z, the recipe

I’m the voice of the slum, the hope for the young

I’m the last outlaw man I know I’m the truth

I was trained by the best to carry on tradition

To carry the torch complete the mission, streets is listening

They keep axing is Pac alive

I tell em hell yea nigga you can see him in my eyes

All you gotta do is look it’s a page out the book

We starting a new chapter

This a cash bill massacre

It’s more than music

Homie its a movement

Only Makaveli know what we doing because he approved it

It’s all God’s plan you ain’t go nothing to do with

Young Niggas understand me, they know just why I do this

Homie this ain’t love

I was sent to you niggas from Pac

Him and Khadafi was hot

They thought ya’ll was gon' stop

This is God’s plan, I am God’s best friend

I feel like I’m in the same car Pac got shot in

But it’s bulletproof

Fuck Talking you can see the truth

If your past is a hypocrite what the hell he teaching you

Take the Farrakhan route and try to reach the youth

My people dying before we get a chance to reproduce

The government keep lying, god bless the fucking troops

While the bullets flying Bush sipping Grey Goose

My little cousin doing life he only 22

Telling me he aite for something he didn’t do

We here for a reason, do you niggas understand?

Ja, theres no man who can stop God’s plan

Real Niggas be saying, if your boy was living

Rappers now a days, they wouldn’t be getting

I’ve been in the game real heavy since before '9−5

Knew BIG when his timbs used to lean to the side

I’m a outlaw nigga, blood sweat and the tears

Some of the realist from the row, yeah you heard me clear

Yea they owe us some change because we done paid our dues

I’m still hungry as hell, these rap niggas is food

Looking for cash money so we heading to Cashville

That nigga Buck real fuck how you niggas feel

Heater tucked still close to my flesh

Kadafi on my mind, nothing but murder left