yaki kadafi from the outlaws was nice

[AJtheOne]

he was the best outlaw, he did his thing on a lot of Pac tracks

too bad he died
kinda suspicious that he died 2 months after Pac died

 

[AJtheOne]

his parts on this




I stay sharp as always
Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
Dumpin crews like two's, nikka all day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse
But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro
Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans


In ninety-six my Glock's my plastic, passion for blastin b*stards
No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards
Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice
I send my missiles through your mattress
Leavin holes in your body like a cactus
While me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic
And loot to keep the seams in my motherfukkin jeans poppin
Leavin ya spleen to pick up
Half of you nikkas is softer than a Snicker
Let's go to war and see who draw quicker
And still I rise, and still I rise...

 

[Nomad1]

he snapped on still i rize and as soon as i get home. A 17 year old Kadafi killed junior whoppers and biggie on hit em up

 

[freetroit]

Yaki khadafi
PACs Lil bro
Spit that dope shyt

 

[Farrinto]

I always thought Fatal was the best Outlaw but Kadafi was dope too. The timing wasn't even the weirdest thing about his death, peep how his girl was smiling on the news report of his death Also peep those rhymes at 0:35-0:53 "He was a rapper who toured with Tupac Shakur" "She found him slumped on the hallway floor, said he made a joke as he answered the door"

 

[AJtheOne]

he snapped on still i rize and as soon as i get home. A 17 Kadafi killed junior whoppers and biggie on hit em up

Since you’ve been gone,My whole life’s been like a game of Cee-low
Thinking big like the kid from casino fulfillin my dreams like Nino
Brown the whole town be shook up
And me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nikka cook up
Narcotics got traffic, seen those nikkas you blasted
Wanting me in a casket, on the ground, kind of plastic
Yeah nikka I heard you, Lil' Mu gave the word
You get paroled on the 3rd, you sold love, we out here fronting
Still here but all about nothing, but double O’s is
What I’m wanting, and I’m trying to see something
That we ain’t never had
Luxury life, results living bad
Tricks of the trade
shyt that should’ve been taught by dad
But learned, through the crew, lessons between me and you
And once we lock this shyt down it ain’t a thing they can do
Meanwhile I stay waiting by the phone
Hoping I’ll get a call telling a nikka that you home

 

[AJtheOne]

I always thought Fatal was the best Outlaw but Kadafi was dope too. The timing wasn't even the weirdest thing about his death, peep how his girl was smiling on the news report of his death Also peep those rhymes at 0:35-0:53 "He was a rapper who toured with Tupac Shakur" "She found him slumped on the hallway floor, said he made a joke as he answered the door"

 

[AJtheOne]

@Nomad1



I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fukk, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East coast props
Brainstormed and locked

 

[AJtheOne]

I love his verse on Staring Through My Rearview he closed that track right



Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for Glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned
In school, on some Million Man March shyt for the piece/peace
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
By young guns, Outlawz and truants, shyt's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough
So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview

 

[Big Mel]

He was dumb nice to me. I effed with the Outlawz heavy.

 

[Nomad1]

I always thought Fatal was the best Outlaw but Kadafi was dope too. The timing wasn't even the weirdest thing about his death, peep how his girl was smiling on the news report of his death Also peep those rhymes at 0:35-0:53 "He was a rapper who toured with Tupac Shakur" "She found him slumped on the hallway floor, said he made a joke as he answered the door"

"west side symbol that stands for gangsta rap"

 

[AJtheOne]

Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself
See ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, living wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreaming
Seeing Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy and screaming
I guess them nightmares as a child
Had me scared, but left me prepared for a while
Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw
Veteran, a villain, a young thug, who one day shall fall

 

[Capo Dei Capi]

I remember reading he'd allegedly saw who pulled the trigger on Pac too. There was def something suspicious about his death

 

[pointproven214]

dude had sick rhyme schemes imo

 

[inndaskKy]

He had a lot of raw talent.