conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Rush Ya Clique with the following description: Even though it featured Eminem, “Rush Ya Clique” wasn’t released as a single from Night Life EP – only “The Rah Rah” was.
  Eminem went on to mention the Outsidaz in his verse on “Fine Line” from the compilation album Shady XV some 14 years later:
  Put a thousand lighters in the sky for the Outsidaz
  Wow, I must have had Alzheimer’s
  Long time since I shouted them out, ‘bout time
  Cause it’s been on my mind lately how
  Zee, you always supported me
  You vouched, I will never forget that and
  How you guys accepted me for me and Pace
  I love you too, you slept on my couch
  And I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout the time when I slept on the floor at The Outhouse Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Pace Won]
  Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Come on!)
  D.U., what up? (Yo, yo)
  Show me love, baby, show me love
  Come on! Outsidaz
  Eminem, Az-Izz! Outsidaz!
  [Chorus: Pace Won]
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what!
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what!
  Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what!
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what!
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  [Verse 1: Az-Izz]
  Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence
  Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
  Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
  Outz in a fear of family presents
  Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
  To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
  Stay skee'd off laced weed
  I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
  Rolling box of Tracies [Verse 2: Pace Won]
  Call a go-go dancer
  Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
  Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
  Once for my cock
  Twice for my block, I got it locked like handcuffs
  Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
  Swing a blow you can't duck, throw up your hands, what?
  Nobody on earth could see Pacer
  I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer
  [Chorus: Pace Won]
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  [Verse 3: Slang Ton & 
  Eminem
  ]
  I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
  Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack booty
  And if you ever wanna get a deal
  You should either OD off skill pills or steal my reel-to-reels (
  Here, look!
  )
  Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
  I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
  Outsidaz, we hot as Hell's flames is
  And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges [Verse 4: Eminem]
  I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
  I'm so weeded, I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
  Right off the top, then go back to the top and then repeat it (Ha)
  Write it down on the paper and still be able to read it (Sorry)
  I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
  I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)
  I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged
  Out;
   
  I been down with the Outz for ten thou-
  Sand years
   (
  So dunn, here?
  )
  To the weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
  Lauryn, huh? Hill? (
  There's more than one, ill!
  )
  What? You want me to stop? Here?
  [Chorus: Pace Won]
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  [Verse 5: Young Zee]
  Yeah, your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
  Till she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dickhead (AHH!)
  Puff a tray bag, Outz never pay cabs
  Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave (Errrrr!)
  Yeah, we all OD off Valiums
  What be the outcome? We selling twenty million albums
  And your record, ain't nobody buy that
  You fell off, and had to take your five back
  And push a white Ac, with a bike rack [Verse 6: Axe]
  It's the A, the X, the E
  Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
  Eff with we, what you expect to see?
  Death's your destiny
  When it's my time for rest in peace
  Bet they find my pistol next to me
  My dick is giving ecstasy
  Shit I say, spread like leprosy
  I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee
  Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
  Lay you on your back
  Like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
  Yo follow, never question me
  [Chorus: Pace Won]
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  [Outro: Pace Won]
  C'mon yo
  Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
  Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
  Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
  Outz in the area tearing things up
  Outworld baby