￼eastside fucking shoot you till you give us all your houses gang

we don't play no games hoe. when we in the panto

Edited and mastered by: twitter.com/Dualiity_music​
Beat Created & Licensed by: Muto 

Verse 1:
Yeah I’m back on my grind,
Had to find some motivation this time, 
Yeah my competition is on decline,
Yeah I made the music scene and it’s mine,

Put some respect on my name, show some appreciation,
Haters be hatin, they think I’m the villain,
They all in day feelins,
My real estate appreciation was great though, was damn near a million,
I’m laughing my way to Paleto bank,
South side is the same old same,

They running they mouth like a faucet,
100 thousand dollars just in watches, 
now I’m flossing , make you nauseous, 
Eyes on me like a watch list,
When I drop a bag, I don’t read the tag,
It don’t matter how much that shit be costin,

There rat bitches can’t hand wit me,
Ridin around in AMG’s,
That’s right yeah you know it’s paid in cash,
You think I got payments don’t make me laugh,

My networth on my neck hurt,
Who-Chang rappers network,
If they didn’t, their views would diminish,
Cuz without em, their music would never get heard,

Most of their music is straight trash,
I’m not hatin , I’m just statin the fax,
I’m not gonna give em’ pats on the back,
Shit if I’m printin they tracks, they payin a tax,
It’s like these kids got an inheritance, these entitled artists are an embarrassment,
There’s no comparison, 
all these who-chang artist thinkin they better than me is nothing straight arrogance, 









Hook:
I am the goat, yeah, I’m in the zone,
Quit, eye my thrown, 
I am a king, yeah, send me the ping, 
and I’ll let it ring,
I am the goat, yeah, don’t want this smoke,
Quit, eye my thrown, 
I did this all on, all on my own,
Cuz, I am the GOAT,


Verse 2: 
Yung Fierro, you best run an audible,
You music is really inaudible,
I couldn’t diss you, even if I broke rules and I went and used meta,
You cheatin, un-achievin’, clout chasing fuckin heathen,
Don’t understand what you speakin,
When you rap on the tracks need to breath in,

I don’t care if you success or not,
Keep runnin’ your mouth and you’ll see this Glock,
Rob my house and I see you,
Then you gonna go back to the ICU,

Look at my body work,
hit after hit, after hit, 
and I didn’t suck any dicks,
All of your songs are a miss,
Including that diss,
you wish you could write like me bitch,

I’m hearing there’s trouble in paradise,
If I had to join Who-Chang I’d roll the dice,
and if I didn’t die, then I’d roll them twice,
Cuz I’d hate my life, shit I’d roll them trice, 

Hey Mr. K all your best artists at Who-Chang don’t wanna stay,
Eventually they all go a stray, I told you so man what can I say?

I got dissed by who-chang, what? 6 times, 
but I can’t recall more than 2 lines, 
All of your views combined,
 pathetically couldn’t even fuckin reach half of mine,


Hook:
I am the goat, yeah, I’m in the zone,
Quit, eye my thrown, 
I am a king, yeah, send me the ping, 
and I’ll let it ring,
I am the goat, yeah, don’t want this smoke,
Quit, eye my thrown, 
I did this all on, all on my own,
Cuz, I am the GOAT,

Outro:
Creampie Creations
You can discredit me on the streets…
But the music game you can’t deny it,
I’m The GOAT

Quit Eyeing My Throne - Outto - Tune Tyrone

Produced by @artfulthieves
Feat. Dexx, Drew, Ty, Rome and Billy

9's In the Trunk

Outto-Tune Tyrone Feat. Gladys
Beat By: BeatsCraze

Moist - Outto - Tune Tyrone Feat. Gladys

The train rides are long...
Song By: Outto-Tune Tyrone Feat. Hilda

Train Ticket - Outto - Tune Tyrone Feat. Hilda

Song By Outto-Tune Tyrone
Beat By: Kontrabandz
Mastered By: https://soundcloud.com/dualiitymusic

Lyrics:
Chorus:
What’s dat smell? It’s cluckn Bell, 
Yeah you can always tell, Cuz it’s got the motha cluck’n, crispy Shell,
What’s dat smell? It’s cluckn Bell, 
Yeah you can always tell, Cuz it’s got the motha cluck’n, crispy Shell,

Verse 1:
Chicken soup, Chicken Wings, Chicken Pot Pie, 
you know we got it all drumsticks and the thighs,
White meat dark meat, it don’t matter to me,
All I know is this Trihards gotta cluckin eat,  
You know we got the best chicken in town,
We hire all the criminals around, So they can change they life,
Don’t act like you don’t feel like chicken tonight,
Fuck vegans they don’t like chicken, the fuckin bitches,
Driving trunks for cluckin bell will have you going from rages to riches,
Free chicken for the cops, they love the taste of our cocks,
Lathered in special sauce, Addictive like crack rocks,
Try our chicken, it’s finger licking, so delicious, get your dick hard with no perception,
Ok listen, there’s a common condition, if it stiffen and thicken, for more than 4 hours call a Physician,

Chorus:
What’s dat smell? It’s cluckn Bell, 
Yeah you can always tell, Cuz it’s got the motha cluck’n, crispy Shell,
What’s dat smell? It’s cluckn Bell, 
Yeah you can always tell, Cuz it’s got the motha cluck’n, crispy Shell,


Verse 2:

Fuck a burger, fuck a steak, fuck a sandwich, fuck a cake,
You want chicken on your plate, Some Hot sauce, Shake N Bake,
Allen’s trucks are never late, Half the price twice the taste, 
Clean your plate, nothing goes to waste, Every bite safe,

Try our chicken, it won’t kill-ya, fully cook no salmonella,
Nino’s recipe’s Italian, Ate so much my ass is howlin,
KFC is straight up garbage, chick-fil-a don’t get me started,
Popeyes chicken’s name was tarnished, Churches serves without a garnish,
Yeah we're going worldwide, have a bucket of chicken and then a creampie,
Baked, grilled, Roasted, or get it Deep fried,
Pick it up or have it delivered by Outto-Eats, tonight, where ya reside,

These thighs, are so delicious, they made me cry,
Get the family meal and YOU can choose up to 3 sides,
Coleslaw, Collard Greens, corn bread, Mac N cheese,
Give me all the sauces please, Since the condiments are free,

Skit:

Chorus:
What’s dat smell? It’s cluckn Bell, 
Yeah you can always tell, Cuz it’s got the motha cluck’n, crispy Shell,
What’s dat smell? It’s cluckn Bell, 
Yeah you can always tell, Cuz it’s got the motha cluck’n, crispy Shell,

Cluckin' Bell - Outto-Tune Tyrone

Song By: Outto-Tune Tyrone 
Mastered By: @dualiitymusic
Lyrics:
Yeah... ugh... Outto-Tune Tyrone
The Family wanted two free songs right?
Hah, well be careful what you wish for
This is the Carter IV, a Creampie Creations in association with Cop Killa Records
We still out here cuz we never pulled out
Yeah, listen, listen

Hey yo Gunn, we ain't stupid
We know that you rep Green
So come clean, you the dumbest bitch that I've seen
Vagos running up on you and you get salty
Crying "why me why me"
Well let me see

You only hang with Greens
You only stay with Greens
And let's be real, you probably only fucking banging Greens
You associated, so stop playing victim
We laughing at you from the back like a bad sitcom (haha)

And Dexx, threatening me was a bad move
Not a fucking chance I'm doing two free songs for you
You're a joke at best, you best watch your back
Cuz through my scope I'll Pikachu and then I'll poke a Dexx

You should've known what you were cooking since you got a Chef
Even though I've barely seen his bitch ass since Carter's death
I want my uzi and the weed that you stole from me
Or I'm ripping every single root out of the Family tree

Chorus:
You don't scare, I'm O-double-T
I'll tear apart your entire family
Dexx, you the father of the family
But you never around like a deadbeat bitch
You don't scare, I'm O-double-T
I'll tear apart your entire family
All you do is talk, stop making noise
You think the Misfits are scared of Broccoli Boys Cuh?

So what you some OGs?
You want a trophy?
On the streets you are known for absolutely nothing
It's hard to smell what you're cooking, Chef
I've been in the city four months and you ain't cook shit yet

You only carry class 1's cuz you scared of jail
And claim self defense every time you fuckers fail
Backing off the Misfits is the right call
You only killing germs running with that Lysol
I ain't paying hood tax
You can go and suck my dick
You won't do shit
Dexx cuz you a sucka bitch
Mcafee only squeezes on them pissed out triggers
You bitch made wigga
Yeah ya head's still flates bigger

I see right through you Ghost
Shoot right through you coat
Knife through your throat
I ain't afraid no Ghost (Nahhhhh)
I better hear a thank you later
Cuz this disstrack is gonna make your bitch ass famous Cuh

[Chorus]

You always talk about respect but yet you show none
You wait outside of my building and shoot as soon as I show up
And then you get shown up, camping is so tough
Let me catch you at the gas station, get blown up
Leanbois bodied you, Vagos bodied you, Big E bodied you, now T-Pain bodied you OoOOoooO
The whole OG shit is so tiring
Carter's life ended cuz that shitlord Tyrese

It's kinda hard writing this song
Cuz no one knows what the fuck y'all do
Or who the fuck y'all are
You've been in the city forever having gone too far
Public housing broke motherfuckers got no yard
Just smoke weed all day, yelling we don't play
Yeah okay, I'm smoking Greens all day
All respect to Mr. Carter
He was my friend
At least he's away from the Family so he won in the end Cuh

[Chorus]

Carter IV (Family Diss) - Outto - Tune Tyrone

Written By: OTT
Mastered By: @dualiitymusic
Inhumane

Verse:
I come from a family that never followed their dreams,
and I was scared that it was gonna be the same for me,
So I saved up, moved out,
I wish I knew what I know now,
The price of fame, I don't want this pain,  
but I'm the only one to blame,

Went to the extreme, Now It's killin' me,
the only time I hear my real voice is my dreams,
I just wanna sleep, I just wanna sleep, 
To wake up from this nightmare I created for me,

Why am I stuck in Auto-Tune, when really I'm so damn out of tune, 
With Reality,
Is my family finally proud of me?
I followed my dreams, but now this demon follows me,

The Fans Expectations just swallow me,
I'm O-T-T but it's not my true identity,
I'm the enemy,
No Sympathy for my symphony,
This is it for me, 
Paid the price for fame,
It's time to make a change, 
Cuz what I did was just so damn inhumane,

Bridge:
I just want to hear my real voice,
Hell, I only wanted was a choice,
I can't live this way anymore,
Cuz I'm feeling so damn alone,
Alone, feeling so alone,
I just only want to have a fucking choice,
A choice, Just give me a choice,
I just want to hear my real,
Voice, Voice, Voice, 

Outro:
I tried, This life,
I cry, at night,
I've died, Inside
It's time, Goodbye,

Inhumane  - Outto - Tune Tyrone

Written By: OTT
Mastered By: @dualiitymusic
Lyrics:

Speedrunning Tacos and Tacos
Lean Boys ain't runnin dem Nachos,
Speedrunning Tacos and Tacos
Lean Boys ain't runnin dem Nachos,
100's of thousands,
Speedrunning Ounces,

Verse 1: 
Yeah, it’s 8 am, its time to speed over to forum and scare locals again,
It’s the fastest way to make a mafuckin way to make a million, 
Don’t hate on them Cuh that’s just the way that it is,
They got hot sauce in they' pocket, Sourcream for some extra toppins',
The broke boys they all tryin' to profit, GSF gotta have to stop to this, 
You know they making every sound when they speeding around,
ATV's and taco hats when shits about to go down,
They got a fleet of taco trunks, but yet there's never around,
They should change the way they look, they hypocritical clowns,

Lang and Eugene is on duty,
Don't make fun of or they gon start shooting,
Their brittle egos can't take a bit of brusin',
Without the Vagos they are always fucking losing,

Speedrunning Tacos and Tacos
Lean Boys ain't runnin dem Nachos,
Speedrunning Tacos and Tacos
Lean Boys ain't runnin dem Nachos,
Hook:
Speedrunning Tacos and Tacos
Lean Boys ain't runnin dem Nachos,
Speedrunning Tacos and Tacos
Lean Boys ain't runnin dem Nachos,
100's of thousands,
Speedrun Ounces,

Verse 2:
Better not be driving up and down on Lean Street,
Or they'll shoot you for no reason cuz they mean G's,
Curtis be bitchin Buddha ditched him last week,
My trap brought you altogether you thank me!
You ungrateful bitches, Eugune dry snitchin,
cock sucker left Prune Gang to speedrun for riches,
No auto-tune for the rest of this track,
Punked out by CG yet you say nothing back,
Ellie skinny fat, Tony on quack,
Brenda's mine Saab, please don't get mad,
I go deeper than you Vagos ass,
Grind all that money yet still go no class,
Catch you up North and you bitches get taxed,
You dishn' insults but you can't handle back, 
Teletubbies Taco Gang gonna get clapped,
Tony, I dare you to spit something back,

Speed Runnin' Tacos - Outto Tune Tyrone - WuChang Records

Written By: OTT
Mastered By: @dualiitymusic
Why's it ok when you false FLAG, and you drive TANKS,
and you grind THANGS, 
but when other crews do it , got a problem need to whine and COMPLAIN,
I hate see'n thugs cry it's a goddamn SHAME,

Misfits moved south and you all cried not FAIR,
Held hands, made demands, And yelled carebear STAR,

GSF had are back, and their terms were FAIR,
But Vagos and Leanboys, had somethin  PREPARED,
They false flagged as a Misfit  robbed ANDREWS,
Took his weapons camped my house until I ran THROUGH,
Tony, Curtis, Mike and some other random DUDE,
Planted the PD weapon on me man that shit was  RUDE,

If it were me, and I had done that to YOU,
You'll would have lost your damn minds and you know it is TRUE,
Your own rules don't apply to YOU,
You only bring them up as a crutch, cuz you cucks don't know how to fuckin LOSE,

Wuchang records went and signed the fucking GOAT,
you all wanted  Old TT well here you GO, 
Now I got the tec 9 aimed at your COAT,
nothin savin you now  not even 8 bricks of coke, CUH

I'm ruthless, we can square up I'll leave you toothless,
you wouldn't dare take this fight
cuz you know you'd would lose it,

Times running out , Tik Tock,
I bet it's hard running flippy, with them flip flops,
I always see your salty ass laid at pill box,
 strapped to an IV, bitch drip drop,

Speedy you war'n in the Hermes every damn day,
Trying to convince everyone that shits not a TANK,
 4v2 at my house Yesterday and you got SPANKED,
And flippy cried like a bitch screaming "you gone PAY!!"
Yeah OK, Mr.excuses. it's the samething everytime that your little bitch ass LOSES,


Chang gang's got the Skittles caged in like rats,
Call the lean boys a smartie, we eat the red ones last.
and the yellow ones get passed, and go right to the trash,
The skittles gang don't stand a chance now and that's just straight facts,

It's ironic leans bankin' off that taco booth, 
When Tacos laying you out alone making bankin' off you,

You sloppy ass pussies lookin like lunch meat,
Saabs trademark should be him him slumped in a front seat,

Come on Curtis we know you ain't no damn demon,
The only money shot you take is Vagos semen,
I guess I'm gonna have to start pocket cleanin'
We're up 3 tuner chips in this Tellatubby season,

Ellie, this life isn't for you,
The Lean boys quick to ditch ya when it's a 5 man crew,
Shit I would too,  this is long past due,
you should have been the one to fail in Buddha's old crime school,
Y'all holding hands just to get by,
South side lookin more like the hair off of Takeshi 69.

I miss the old Eugue what's gotten into you,
You've seen a lot of wars, but this you won't see through,
If you wanna be extra lean you gotta trim the fat
So tell Ellie and Eugene that they gotta fall back,

Lang if you want static
You know we got them automatics
when you're not around, we been clappin and blasting your boys asses,

The politics in the souths a damn joke,
I had enough of being Southsides scapegoat,

Yo Turbo, set up the meetin, change their Banadas to skittles
so got snacks for the upcoming season,

Better belive it, after this the souths gonna change,
cuz were just so damn tired of the same old same,
 
They bully on, and do no wrong, fucking suck each other off,
Oh my god, 

They just so motha fucking  strong, We should all aploud,
If they coming after you, nothing you do,
Oh their coming after me, How can this be,
It's only gonna be another win for OTT...

Skittles Diss Track - Outto - Tune Tyrone - WuChang Records

Beat By: @Kontrabandz
Mastered By: @dualiitymusic
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Driving in a Panto, running all these bands so,
If you step to me you'll get "Me Too'd" and get canceled,
I'm feeling like Rambo, driving in this Panto ,
The Hardest 2 door in the city of Los Santos,
We don't play no games hoe, when we in the Panto,
Tuner chip so the whip is extra smooth to handle,
When don't need no Phantom, when we got the Panto,
My burner in the glove box, so you better put yo hands up,

Panto drivers stand up, 
8 bricks my damn trunk,
Diss the Panto Anthem
Panto drivers stand up 
Stand Up, It's the Panto Anthem

Verse 2:
Who's needs a Lambo when you got a Panto,
The whip is cheap, so the payments are easy to handle,
And when you go and put some NOS in it,
it becomes a rocket ship, this bitch be movin' hella quick,
Squeezing through small crevasses,
The size of you is irrelevant,
Even making Spachi look like the size of a damn Elephant,
Customize the bitch at Benny's make it look so elegant,
So much pussy hanging off you good luck being celibate, 
Head to PDM right now and buy one for the hell of it,
AP's with Extended Clips,
I'm a degenerate, Flip it in reverse, pop the trunk you can never win,
Paint that bitch purple, Eastside Balla what I  represent,  
Saving money at the pump on Grove is Intelligent,

Panto drivers stand up,
8 bricks my damn trunk,
Diss the Panto Anthem
Panto drivers stand up 
Stand Up, It's the Panto Anthem

Panto Anthem - Outto - Tune Tyrone

Mastered By: @dualiitymusic

I'mma fill you up,
Yeah you know I'm gonna erupt,
I'mma be all up inside your guts,
Fill you up like Boston Cream Donuts,
I bet you like it rough,
Molly Manj,
How you feel about bustin all dees nuts,
Come on girl, 
Here's a couple of hundred bucks,
Don't shy why don't girl bring over that Butt,
If you tryin to fuck,

Hook:
Screaming


Second Verse:

Girl, you lookin so damn hot,
Too irresistible to touch,
You know I wanna see dem panties drop,
Hopefully, this club has got a mop,

Cuz you know we're gonna fuckin need it,
Dis a wet dream but you ain't sleepin,
Will go where nobody will see us,
In the Champagne room, you'll be scream'n,

Liv is workin da pole,
I'mma losing control,
Got me feeling so swole,
There goes my whole bankroll,
You know I spend too much here,
Imma have an affair,
But I, really don't care,
When I can live off welfare,

Panto Anthem - Outto - Tune Tyrone

OTT

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