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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 explain the game? Niggas listenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims stand the heat,
Then the fuck out the kitchen.
Have bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin plenty space.
Have these bitch snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns daily.
The surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks burst 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 knew me. effective.
The shit you heard do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, me and trace wit an infared beam.
It seems ain't recognize my team.
nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.
Unload it. niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw.

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Code 3. formation. Pull out your pistols.
Keep an eye out for the devils 'cause they to get you.
to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue.
Automatic makin all my enemies run.
Who should I call I'm shot and bleedin.
Indeed the has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, a chosen few.
My victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.
We got fadin fast. A slave for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, dash.
look now. How you like it, raw.
Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. surrender.
Death is for a son to free. I'm thugged out.
Fuck the world 'cause this is how made me.
Scarred but breathin.
in me and you could see the victory.
A with jewels. Can you picture me?
of and outlaw.

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City under siege. It's like I can't breathe.
I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep the street.
beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. This nigga from tryin to creep.
No wit no straps, jack.
It's on to back.
And an ounce so fat, they my style ?
Get grip wit hollows to get cha.
Snip wit clippers. Get the
I wrote my life like a scripture.

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

Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap under my pillow and a like we freakin.
deep into morning. Peepin out the weak.
While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for self.
No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. all blind.
Some kind of of mine Kato don't mind.
Findin it funny, matter of fact, it is.
Perhaps finally I at that 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 ride on them stupid bitches now.
out.

Well now they all say roaches and parasites.
and all they might
Thug break night.
till we fist fight.
Life or death. But you can't win a vest.
But there be no breathing for the reason
bitch on your breath.
I see day is dark and I admit 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 they all sweaty.