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2Pac - "Life Of An Outlaw"
Lyrics to Life Of An Outlaw : In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so cant you see Its hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game' Niggas aint listenin. Stuck in positions. If victims cant stand the heat, Then stay the fuck out the kitchen. Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean. Itchin, givin suckas plenty space. Have these bitch niggas snitchin. Where are we now' Guns found daily. The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope. They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap. Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact. Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competitions flashin my jewelry. Youd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard aint do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch. Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam. It seems niggas aint recognize my team. Aint nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti. Unload it. Cuz niggas aint ready. The life of an outlaw. Chorus repeats Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols. Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you. Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue. Automatic gunfire makin all my enemies run. Who should I call when Im shot and bleedin. Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream. Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few. My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes. We got memories fadin fast. A slave for cash. Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash. Dont look now. How you like it, raw. Niggas aint ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender. Death is for a son to stay free. Im thugged out. Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me. Scarred but still breathin. Believe in me and you could see the victory. A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me' Life of and outlaw. Chorus repeats City under siege. Its like I cant even breathe. Im from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street. Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene. Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep. No halfs wit no straps, jack. Its on to bounce back. And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ''' Get this grip wit hollows to get cha. Snip wit clippers. Get the picture' I wrote my life down like a scripture. And Im still on lost in the land of the lonely. Where aint nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy. Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too '' on a land hell. Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it. Wit the evil its forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed. To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted. Approved to go on swole and now I got it. Un uh, crack my window. Knowin theyd love to catch Kastro sleepin. Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin. Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak. While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for its self. No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. Youre all blind. Some kind of life of mine Kato dont mind. Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is. Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw. Eh, Noble. Whats up nigga. Would you die for me, nigga' Hell yeah. Would you kill for me' On my grandmother, nigga. Ah yo. Whats up. Lets ride on them stupid bitches right now. Watch out. Well now they all say they roaches and parasites. Snakes and all they might Thug Life break night. Drink till we fist fight. Life or death. But you cant win with a vest. But there wont be no breathing for the reason Punk bitch on your breath. I see day is dark and I admit its dark. So chase '''''' Beware foolin marks. And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for POs belly. And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty [ Life Of An Outlaw Lyrics ]
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