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

Why explain the Niggas ain't listenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims can't the heat,
stay the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, at me mean.
Itchin, suckas plenty space.
Have these niggas snitchin.
are we now? Guns found daily.
The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for dope.
They backwards, make burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein to explode on contact.
at times. Blinded by my passion and fury.
Look at me laugh at my competition's my jewelry.
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. effective.
The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a wish, bitch.
Run up, me and trace wit an infared beam.
It seems ain't recognize my team.
Ain't holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.
Unload it. 'cause ain't ready. The life of an outlaw.

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

[Chorus

City under siege. It's I can't even breathe.
I'm the state of car theives. G, deep from the street.
beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. nigga from behind tryin to creep.
No wit no straps, jack.
It's on to back.
And an ounce so fat, they my style ?
Get this wit hollows to get cha.
Snip wit clippers. Get the
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 livin soley for themselves. Too hostile on a hell.
Somebody need me. You we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down,
Like a tramp is. All for the 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 love to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin into morning. Peepin out the weak.
While they yawnin and let my cloud for it's self.
No doubt. Outlaw. my mind, outta time. You're all blind.
kind of life of mine Kato don't mind.
Findin it funny, 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 ride on them bitches right now.
out.

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