This song hits so hard when you miss boe :'(

I remember this song, in the days of the pink cage, the Ziggy + Hilda drama was so good , the Lean Bois were the second biggest gang in the county, chawa and Boe robbing stores back to back ,so many memories, I was too invested sadge

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

9's In the Trunk

Better Call Shaw -Outto - Tune Tyrone

I Want Them Pancakes - Outto-Tune Tyrone

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 
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
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

Train Ticket - Outto - Tune Tyrone Feat. Hilda

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