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In the life we as thugs,
fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's to be a man.
wit my gun in hand.

Why the game? Niggas ain't listenin.
in positions. If victims can't stand the heat,
Then stay the out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas space.
Have these niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns daily.
The feds surely hope that they could nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words known to explode on contact.
Extreme at times. by my passion and fury.
Look at me laugh at my flashin my jewelry.
You'd stay silent if you niggas me. Truely effective.
The shit you heard do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and trace wit an beam.
It niggas ain't recognize my team.
Ain't holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.
Unload it. 'cause niggas ain't ready. The of an outlaw.

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3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols.
Keep an eye out for the devils 'cause they to get you.
Mercy to madman screamin kamikaze in tongue.
Automatic gunfire all my enemies run.
Who should I call I'm shot and bleedin.
Indeed the possibility has part a in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a few.
My victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. A for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, dash.
Don't look now. How you it, raw.
ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to free. I'm thugged out.
the world 'cause this is how they made me.
Scarred but breathin.
Believe in me and you see the victory.
A warrior with jewels. Can you me?
of and outlaw.

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City under siege. It's like I even breathe.
I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep the street.
Plenty beef. I play for keeps, the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. nigga from behind tryin to creep.
No wit no straps, jack.
on to bounce back.
And an ounce so fat, they snatch my ?
Get this grip wit to get cha.
wit clippers. Get the picture?
I my life down like a scripture.

And I'm on lost in the land of the lonely.
ain't nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy.
Everybody soley for themselves. Too hostile on a land hell.
Somebody need me. You know we hope and we needin it.
Wit the it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz
Like a is. All for the street fame on how to be managed.
To plan shit. 6 months in to what we plotted.
Approved to go on and now I got it.

Un uh, crack my window. they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin into morning. Peepin out the weak.
they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self.
No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. all blind.
Some kind of life of Kato don't mind.
it funny, matter of fact, 'cause it is.
Perhaps finally I look at true over the years as an outlaw.
Eh, Noble.
up nigga.
Would you die for me,
yeah.
Would you for me?
On my grandmother, nigga.
Ah yo.
up.
Let's on them stupid bitches right now.
out.

Well now they all say they and parasites.
Snakes and all they
Life break night.
Drink till we fight.
or death. But you can't win with a vest.
But won't be no breathing for the reason
Punk bitch on breath.
I see day is dark and I it's dark.
So ?
Beware marks.
And yo, Makaveli, give me them that was left for PO's belly.
And let me bust back to them niggas till all sweaty.