Don't Tell Benji - Outto - Tune Tyrone

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Edited and mastered by: https://twitter.com/Dualiity_music​
Beat Created & Licensed by: BEATG33KZ

B!tch Don't Take My Phone - Outto-Tune Tyrone Feat. X

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Beat By: https://www.youtube.com/c/abyssprod

Who-Chang Diss - Outto-Tune Tyrone

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

DD, Jenny Ondamic, OTT 
Beat By: https://www.beatstars.com/anywaywell
Edited and mastered by: twitter.com/Dualiity_music​

Dissmantled - DD, Jenny Ondamic & OTT - Creampie Creations

Written By: OTT
Mastered By: @dualiitymusic
Song Lyrics.
Hook:
Girl, girl you know you know you know I want’a you,
Cuff me and you slam me onto your hood,
This budge you feelin’ on me ain’t no class 2,
You know what to do,

Verse 1: 
Hey Nancy, you be ticklin’ my fancy,
You place me in your backseat,
and we can do the fuckin’ nasty,

Oh’s there’s gon be some trouble,
Grab a pan they’ll be puddle,
And you know I’m gonna tear it,
That pussy is gonna need this repair kit,

You’ll be cuming first on scene,
Another win for OTT
You’ll be cuming first on scene,
Another win for OTT

Hook:
Girl, girl you know you know you know I want’a you,
Cuff me and you slam me onto your hood,
This budge you feelin’ on me ain’t no class 2,
You know what to do,

Verse 2: 
I’m lovin the way that you be patrollin’
When I say fuck the police, I ain’t trollin,
Drivin a Benz and it ain’t stolen,
Hop in the back we’ll get a bone
Girl put on dem sirens,
Girl don’t you deny it,
That uniform is tight,
Read me my rights,
I’m pleading the 5th
Why don’t you hop on this dick,
I’m pleading the 5th
Why don’t you hop on this dick,
Hook:
Girl, girl you know you know you know I want’a you,
Cuff me and you slam me onto your hood,
This budge you feelin’ on me ain’t no class 2,
You know what to do,

Slam Me On Your Hood - Outto - Tune Tyrone

You know it’s been over 4 years since Carter 4 came out and I went and dissed GSF,
They said they been doing shit on the streets, 
we just don’t see, man haven’t seen shit yet,
What the fuck is really going on Dex?
We fucked your gang hard and we didn’t break a sweat,
Summer left your gang, now you not even a threat,
Now you wanna to take the beef to the beats bitch Aight, BET!

Look Dex, this was just the intro, let me slower down cuz I know you is slow,
Man I thought that FAMILY MATTERS over there it don’t seem so,
You might be the father but you ain’t no CARL WINSLOW,
Your voice goes through me like Bimbos,

Listen bro,
If you didn’t gatekeep your gang so bad, they wouldn’t be mad and turn they back every chance that have. No!

We all know Drew backstabbed GSF, and was the cause of Auntie’s death, 
It’s really too bad…. the only thing she had…. Was a locked door that she left 
If you walk down Chamberlain, Your locals will say she was good at sucking dick,
But sadly Dex, they also said that the bitch had stank ass breath, (P.U) 

This aint 2022, what you gonna do?,, when we grapple on your roofs,
we got 6 killers in our crew, coming after you, yeah and we all know how to shoot, 
You’re a fucking goof, that refuses to adapt,
Your gangs getting clapped, you crews rarely strapped,
You stay gettin lapped, 
Your gangs a joke Dex, how the fuck you ever gonna hold down a lab?

Yeah bitch I’ll air it out, I never gave a fuck and I ain’t startin now,
I bet you couldn’t win a war against the clowns,
You  a fucking clown, I’m the KING of the south and the king wears his Crown,
You used to bully me but look at me now,
Your gang is dog shit change your colors to brown,
I’m most consistent when it comes to the South,
You can’t lead a gang cuz you never around,

If we war again it’ll be 7 figures,
I thought you were different but you’re not go figure,
I said this to your face and you didn’t pull the trigga?
That’s because you a bitch made nigga,

Dex, all you do is bitch about the South,
Nothing but complaints that be comin out your mouth,
BSK even gave you an easy out, Ed had to pay cuz you actin like a child,

Can’t believe, you asked me, what’s it gonna be? Shoot us till we don’t wake up?
(Yeah you got it man, you got it)

That’s kinda fuckin hard to do man if you don’t ever wake up!

You’re always confused cuz you stay asleep,
Do you see what I mean Dex, Your gangs a meme,
You had Megaphone, microphone , a rotary phone, a xylophone,
What the fuck is wong wit you?

A bunch of whinny little Civs,
How you gonna win a war wit a fucking shiv? 

You see us n’ run inside of aunt’s and lock it,
While we waiting outside wit a fucking rocket,

I sold half a million mixtapes on your block it was great,
That’ll be the next thing we will take,
Have’ em slumped in the vechicle, holes in they headrests,
Expedited a clip in em’ that’s a FedEx,

I hear you recruited like what a dozen,
You think you numbers will even the plain field and it doesn’t,
we’ll kill all of your first, second and third cousins,
You pussy’s earned Nothing,
and had what was coming,

You got a big turf, yet you can’t hold shit,
Your just an Old Jaded OG that’s a prick,
 
It was an easy war and I’m not tryin’ to flex,
But these bullets had you flipping like a Rolodex,
GSF I’m sorry, but in this story,
there wasn’t genus running Dextory’s Laboratory,

This dumbass, don’t even have access, to his biggest asset,
Benny went and sold and got the last laugh,

Man, fuck your attitude,
You act like bullets don’t hurt when we shoot,
You don’t give a fuck about anyone but you,
That’s why half your gangs in the ICU,
You’re The Lost of the Southside,
That’s the punchline, hammers, hatchets, brass nucks and kitchen knifes,

You bitched about Ballas, you bitched about Rust, you bitched about CG, Hydra and now US!
I’m not trying be a hater, but FNX Dex you’re the common denominator,
I’ll be back in Science Class all thanks to your traitor,
It’s Another Win For OTT, I’ll see you later.

Dexter's Laboratory - Outto-Tune Tyrone

Cream pie
right between your thighs,
you love that shit bitch, don't you lie,
cream pie

OTT Verse: 
Baby girl I saw you flippin’ burgs at Snr Buns,
I’ll scuff that pussy up worse than fuckin Pounder Run,
The way you suck my pipe, got my balls extra tight,
Shit Imma lick that booty hole so you don’t have to wipe,
Yeah,
Imma make you a mom,
cuz that pussy got me fuckin’ fittin’ to cum,
I only need 30 seconds cuz you tight like a nun,
Not to mention you are hotter than a Glock PD gun, yeah,
I’m not in the lumber union, (Nahhh)
but I got that you unicorn wood and I’m just trying to us it,
Those meat curtains they be taken one hell of a brusin,
Take this BBC and let me spread OTT’s seed,

My semen acts like the lube,
And my super sperm they be swimmin’ on through, 

Your eggs make they way through your fallopian tubes,
I’m not tryin’ to be rude,
But I hope this baby looks like me and not youuuuuu,

Cream pie
right between your thighs,
you love that shit bitch, don't you lie,
cream pie

Fanny’s Verse:
Shooting loads on my top like he hit a drive by 
Interlock with his cock yea we stay up all night 
Shaking ass till I pass, making him go crazy 
Part my legs like the red sea, pussy tighter than the homies 
Touch my, body 
All alone and we gonna get naughty 
Cum shots, on me 
Milkshake turn into bukkake 
Close up, money 
Make it rain for me baby don’t stop me 
I want that ming on me 
Come put thing on me
 Jamal got my sex drive on stall
 Ming gotta hit the gas and pin me to the wall 
No I won’t ever leave you with them blue balls 
Just use my pussy like a hole in the wall

Creampie Remix - Outto - Tune Tyrone Feat. Fanny

Ok, SK, Let’s talk about your intro and your outro
Were you recording our conversation? Yeah I doubt it so, Negative 1, You wanna battle me son?
Your beat was decent, but your schemes and bars be getting no love,
I’m happy I brought you out of retirement hoe,
After this Imma send you back to yo retirement home,
I’m the Undertaker Kane it’s ok, little Bruv,
Ramee playing Paul Bear they way he set yo ass up,
You know the story Kane I brought you back from the dead,
The way you politic’n you should been mayor instead,
You tried to chokeslam The King you couldn’t handle my weight,
And I’m Tombstoning Kane straight into his grave, 
Yeah that’s right I told you, I was trying save face,
I wanted you this you bitch and you straight up took the bait,
You been working on your craft with no slack for 5 years?
Yo shit was half assed, your career gone die here,
Yours fans are really just a bunch of Marks,
They think your music’s fire but you are just a Spark,
You can diss me 5 times and it won’t matter,
You nothing but a failed Soundcloud rapper,
Your accent while rappin is scuffer than a Packer,
Your bars need rescue you should call Jon Taffer,
I’m grown man, Creampie Pie’s I ain’t celibate,
You callin me irrelevant, You sounding like a little jealous bitch,
I destroyed lil cap man I thought you knew?
And he’s way better than you, sorry SK you lose,
If Wiked was still around I’d destroyed him too, 
you couldn’t win this battle if P-Money wrote for you,
You can call the Uk drill avengers after me, 
on the beats I will Thanos snap you all so easily,
I’m an invincibility, you are showing no ability,
I know I’m the goat, I never choke, why don’t you show some humility? 

I asked a bunch of people name 3 of your tracks,
Only Zaceed could name the one he’s in and man that’s just sad,
I can’t even name one of your songs man what’s up wit that?
You said my only hit is Creampie man that’s fucking cap,

I got “Cluckin Bell”, “Carter 4” & “Who Chang”,
“Fill You Up”, “Down Dad” and my hit “Inhumane”,
“Panto Anthem”, “Rap Revival” and the classic “Train Ticket”,
“Bitch don’t take my phone”, “Blu Tribute” wait I ain’t finished,
“Dexter’s Laboratory”, “Dismantled” the “Skittles Diss”,
“Robbin Houses”, “Quit Eying My Throne”, shit I Never miss
“Slam me on your Hood”, “Don’t Tell Benji” & “I’m Tellin’ You”
“It’s Been A Long Dab” and another half dozen too,

I got 12+ million listens, yeah I’m flexin goof,
You needed Tommy T or no one would have heard of you,

You’re not even really good, man I don’t know they see,
Anyone can look good rappin next to Tommy T,
When it comes to my bars, bitch, I’m the Sole provider,
If I’m J-Cole, Then you Drake you need your Ghost Writers,
Watch your Manners Sparky when you addressing the king,
You should be used to that cuz that’s a UK thing!
No one cares about you bruv man it has to be said,
You faked your own death and no one gave a fuck you were dead,

Except for Denzel that little fucking rat snake bitch,
He’ll sell his whole family out to be rich and famous,
Mandem were a bunch of pussies and cried at the site of war,
Go recruit more Benji’s boys so they can carry you more.
The Mandem were in bad Company and you know it’s True,
Tommy T couldn’t wait to get the fuck away from all of you,
He said you all were weak, unorganized and dead weight,
The Manor really think they a CG-lite, but you ain’t no Mr. K
You gave all their things back and they price they paid was free
They would have fucked gang up even worse than UK Teeth,

Bad Manors (SK Diss) - Outto - Tune Tyrone

Outto-Tune Tryone
Beat Produced By: Cameorockp
Label: Cop Killa Records

Creampie - Outto - Tune Tyrone

A song about slurp'n on dispatch. Dedicated to Tori, Matt & Dr.King

Slurp'n On Dispatch - Outto - Tune Tyrone Feat. Tori

Better Call Shaw -Outto - Tune Tyrone

I Want Them Pancakes - Outto-Tune Tyrone

Outto-Tune Tyrone Feat. Gladys
Beat By: BeatsCraze

Moist - Outto - Tune Tyrone Feat. Gladys

A song dedicated to the ladies of Las Santos

Santos No. 5 - Outto-Tune Tyrone

A tribute to Mr.Dab
Stream: https://www.twitch.tv/lagtvmaximusblack

Chorus:
It’s been a long dab, we thank you my friend,
And you’ll tell me all about it when you’re dab'n again,
Cop Killa Records, won't be the same again,
You’ll be killin all the policemen with AKs again, with AKs again,

Verse 1:
Dab who knew, with all those face tattoo’s
And class 2’s you would shoot,
That I’d be singing this track all about you,
Now Slim is mad, he takes it out on me this shit is sad,
Your Lamborghini it was so hella fast, but you sold that,
Got the blackFIN you just had to own it,
Those were the days, long waits upon the train,
Cop killa records is, just not same,

Cuh, how can we not talk about killin cops, when it’s all that we got,
Drop a C4 on top of a tour bus and watch it pop, (Explosion, people screaming)
Why is someone in the crew always so scuffed up?

[Chorus]

Verse 2:
The Gnomes were on his throne and now he sits all alone,
His terror never forgotten, his legacy will live on,
And now he's sitting in prison with little chance of parole,
He may not be with us now, his spirit is never gone.

Your shoes will never be filled, this bottle of booze I’ll spill,
In memory of you Dab, your destiny it won’t be killed,
Nobody can match your skills, this label we gonna rebuild,

How can we not talk about killin cops, when it’s all that we got,
Drop a C4 on top of a tour bus and watch it pop, (Explosion, people screaming)
Why is someone in the crew always so scuffed up?

Bridge:
Slim everything will be ok... yeah,
Your pimp hand is still so strong,
And I can feel your pain, you will be okay,
Ohhhhhhhhh

It’s been a long dab, without you my friend,
And I'll tell you all about it when you’re dab'n again

It’s Been A Long Dab - Outto - Tune Tyrone

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 Feat. Arturo
Beat By: Kontrabandz
Mastered By: @dualiitymusic

Lyrics: Yeah
Outto-Tune Tyrone
The next time you're chillin' over on Innocence, it just might not be so innocent.
This is a Creampie Creation, in association with Cop Killa Records
We still in here because we never pulled out cuh

Chorus:
Don't you roll through the barrio
Speedy knows he will bury you
I'm tellin' you, you know that I'm tellin' you
Speedy gonna fucking tell you
They ride in town there ain't nothing like the Vagos

When you see the color yellow
Better not even say hello
They don't wanna talk to you cuh
Unless you give it up the goods yeah

Hey y'all, punto, you better watch where you go
The Family, the Ballers, you can't do shit so don't bother
Speedy El Jefe, better respect him
Cuz if you don't then he gun' catch you with a class 2 weapon
Sprayed so loud it's gonna deafen
Don't worry though you'll be dead in seconds

[Chorus]

IM TELLIN YOU
THE NUMBER ONE RULE
DONT COME TO JAMESTOWN ACTING A FOOL
OR  IM  PULLIN OUT THE TOOL
AND ILL PUT YOU IN A TOMB
well take your dinero and even your shoes
ORALE VATO 
we got soldiers GI JOE
COUSIN HECTOR 
JUANILLLA MARIO
EL JEFE SPEEDY
N THIS ARTURO
but loco n flippy they'll drop you to the floor
this our barrio adios homles
get your stuff getup n go back to your zone
if we catch you in the houses well turn into bones
IM TELLIN YOU! It's EAST SIDE VAGOS

[Chorus]

These bitches on the street do not know who we are man
We the fucking El Jefe of the Vagos man
You better leave my barrio before we jump on you just like Mario man
We the motherfucking Vagos in the streets puto what's up
I'M TELLIN' YOU to leave my barrio

Don't you roll through the barrio
Speedy knows he will bury you
I'm tellin' you, you know that I'm tellin' you
Speedy gonna fucking tell you
They ride in town there ain't nothing like the Vagos
I'm tellin' you, you know that I'm tellin' you 
There ain't nothing like the Vagos 
There ain't nothing like the Vagos 
There ain't nothing like the Vagos

Im Tellin' You - Outto - Tune Tyrone Feat. Arturo

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

Beat Produced By: Kontrabandz
Robbin' Houses

Outto-Tune: Hey Doug it's that time, let's head up to Vinewood
Doug: Heck yeah pecker, I'll throw on some denim,
Outto-Tune: Aight cuh don't forget your lockpicks this time!

Hook:
We robbin on houses on Houses, 
we making thousands and thousands,
Repeat.

Verse 1:
Yeah it’s 10pm, it’s time to take the crew to Vinewood so we can break in,
It’s the fastest mafuckin way to make a million, 
Don’t hate on me Cuh that’s just the way that it is,
I got cocaine in my pocket, Steady Hands when I start to lockpick,
HOA’s radio locked in, if they Interfere and I'mma drop
You know I barely make sound, when I'm crawling around,
I open up a cupboard door and scrap falls to the ground 
Making so much fucking noise that it stresses me out,
Now I hear the Police coming shit I'm gonna be found,

Angel & Mclane is on duty,
I'm gonna die if I go and start shooting,
I got a purple card I don't want to lose it,
The fine and jail time is gonna be so stupid,

Hook:
We robbin on houses on Houses, 
we making thousands and thousands,
Repeat.

VERSE 2: 
Better not be robbin houses in the Barrio,
Or you'll be seeing Speedy, Flippy and the Mario, 
If you robbin in the South then you gotta know,
Ma fucks never sleep with their eyes closed,
I ain't even jokin, eyes wide open,
Passed out on the table they gon need an Ibuprofen,
And tip toe'n though these houses can be pretty borning,
Making all the voices in your head start snorin,
It's because every single house gon' looks the same,
If you got a problem you can take it up with Matthew Payne,
Don't hate the player Cuh, go ahead and hate the game,
Strip club for the stress yeah we gonna make it rain,
So much money to be found in these houses,
Opened up the fridge no food but found thousands,
Oh shit, it's Ripley and dog I'm surrounded,
It wasn't a speed run' man I'm so done with these houses Cuh,

Hook:
We robbin on houses on Houses, 
we making thousands and thousands,
Repeat.

Skit/Hook
Doug: Alright I got my denim where you at? OT? OT? Oh Boy...

Robbin' Houses - 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

By: OTT
Licensed Beat By: @jammybeatz
It's 2020 man this year is scary,
I try not to cry reading his obituary,
He loved animals, snowboarding and water sports,
And now we all mourn, the loss of Kenny, Boe Jangles, on July 4th,
This isn't me as any character, I just wanna celebrate this mans character,
His mom said, if any of his friends needed a hand, 
he'd be glad to let them crash in his pad,
Why did he have to go, we all loved him man he had to know,
One minute your here then "poof" that's the show,
The loss of a life it always hurts the most,
I hugged my son a little longer this morning before I left house,
You just never know...
But when it came to Boe, his frustrations he would never show,
Never stressed cuz he always had joint to smoke,
When they found you, you were on train,
no more pain, you'll ride on in that blue Mustang, (We love you boe) 

 Verse 2:   
Without you, there would be no Charles,
Without Charles there be no me, No OTT
You see, I was ready to quit on my dreams,
Discovered NoPixel it revitalized my stream,
So thank you, Boe, your influence changed my life,
 As a member of Nopixel we must do what's right,
And treat each other better, we're all in this together,
We need to lift each other up no matter how bad the weather,
This competitive, petty shit, is something Boe never did,
We're all a family, remember this,
We owe it to Blue, it's what he would want us to do,
He never cared if he won so could never really lose,
Look at what we built and the lives that we touched,
We're gonna miss Blue and itsStarkey so much,
I know 2020 is hard on us, so if you're struggling, 
reach out to someone that you trust, (you're worth it)

Blue622 Tribute - A Song For Nopixel

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,

I'll Fill You Up - Outto - Tune Tyrone

Mastered By: @dualiitymusic
By- Outto-Tune Tyrone
Heart Stopper Lyrics:

Come down to Burger Shot and get a rim job,
Our burgers will make your fucking heart stop,
I'd rather flip burgers than go in suck cocks,
The roaster Rest is never open they're doors are always locked,
No answer when you call them, Lil erf did a dissed us cuz he likes AWmen,
You wanna diss us? we ain't havin it, your bitch ass looking like a scuffed manikin,
Roaster giving good service? Yeah, that’s new, 
5k a nights a shit deal like a "REST"ROOM,
I had a sip of your tea that shit made me sick,
It tasted like black licorice mixed with cat piss,
These little cock suckers need give it a rest,
I got a money shot cuh straight aimed at your chest,
Erf you know need to take roaster cock out his mouth,
Only you dissed the burger shot cuz you wanted some clout,
We don't serve human food but we might after this,
Cuz I'mma catch this body after killin dis bitch,
I'm just way more talented, Shit, I’m out rhyming you kid,
If you run your mouth again then you gone be fit to get hit

I'm music's MVP,
We know  you envy me, 
I can actually stay on beat,
You’re 90s MTV, You corny bitch.
Is this what you wanted?
Your music garbage,
I wouldn't serve you a burger if your ass was starving, It's ironic that's your rap name lil erf,
Grab a horse, cuz I'mma burry your bitch ass 6 feet in the dirt, 
And poor Clayvon is now crying cuz he got fired,
To work at Burger shot a little bit of skills is required
And Don be busy always takin L's son, 
You rolled the dice ma fucka got a NAT 1,
You can suck on deez Nat 20's, This shit is mad funny,
Buddha runs a business but he never has money,
Roosters only got 5 things on their menu,
Yet you got some nerve comin at Kevin. Whipaloo,
What the fuck yall' gonna do?
Scream cocka doodle doodle doodo?
I will murder all of you, form a line get in Que,
Burger shot got the crew and we got the best food,
competition gon get screwed,
Lil Erf is a one sound Andy,
Your concerts blow no one goes like up in Sandy,
You're part of Wuchang,
well that's a damn shame,
I guess their bar is set low in the rap game,
Here is the truth ma fucka and this shits gon hurt,
League of legends is the only time I'm ever playin URF,
Stop run-in your mouth or this shit gets worse,
This song is over your pussy ass got murked

Heart Stopper - Roosters Rest LiL Erf Diss - Outto Tune Tyrone

Mastered By: @dualiitymusic
Produced By: Platinum Sellers Beats
Lyrics:

I wake my tummy is growling, 
couldn’t eat for days cuz I'm really down badly,

Got no money So I have to grab my fishing rod,
But the asshole at the docs, givin no more got boats for the job,

Man, what the fuck is going on? 
An 80 dollar meal at burger shot,
I guess I'm gonna have to rob,  
I really hope I don't get caught,

My cars breaking down on every block,
This repair is gonna cost,
Now my bank account is gone, 

I can’t believe that I’m down so damn badly,
I need some tea so I can make some money,
Thank god the Roosters Rest didn’t go fuckin ban me,
I just need a bit of cash so I can feed my family!

Hook:
I just want a lap dance at the strip club,
But I got no money to tip any of the stripperas,
Guess I'm gonna have to work on dump trucks,
But the shitty paycheques are really not enough
And every time I use a lockpick they always scuffed,
And I can't afford another one cuz they $300 bucks,
I can't believe the gas prices, this shit is rough,
Need a Mayer to come in and show the city some love,

Verse 2:  

Just to make ends meet I got 3 jobs I’m juggling,
You know we down bad when even the police is struggling,
Feels like every week the cost of everything is doubln'
The fact no one owns a house yet is a little troubling,

And now the diamond casino is open,
Playing blackjack, 21 is what I’m hoping,
I busted again man you got to me joking…
Lil erf playing in the background pass the Ibuprofen,

Even Matthew Pain is poor,
He’s working at the burger shot and can’t take it anymore,
He’s crying all the time and it's just so damn hard to ignore,
He wears a fancy suit that he just can’t really afford,

Hook:
I just want a lap dance at the strip club,
But I got no money to tip any of the stripperas,
Guess I'm gonna have to work on dump trucks,
But the shitty paycheques are really not enough
And every time I use a lockpick they always scuffed,
And I can't afford another one cuz they $300 bucks,
I can't believe the gas prices, this shit is rough,
Need a Mayer to come in and show the city some love,

Skit:

Hook:
I just want a lap dance at the strip club,
But I got no money to tip any of the stripperas,
Guess I'm gonna have to work on dump trucks,
But the shitty paycheques are really not enough
And every time I use a lockpick they always scuffed,
And I can't afford another one cuz they $300 bucks,
I can't believe the gas prices, this shit is rough,
Need a Mayer to come in and show the city some love,

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