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In the we live as thugs,
Everbody wit us so can't you see
hard 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 the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, at me mean.
Itchin, givin plenty space.
Have these niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? found daily.
The feds surely hope that could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks 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 knew me. Truely effective.
The you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and wit an infared beam.
It niggas ain't recognize my team.
nobody 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 when I'm and bleedin.
Indeed the has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. wit my team, just a chosen few.
My foes of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. A for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, dash.
look now. How you like it, raw.
Niggas ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to free. I'm thugged out.
Fuck the 'cause this is how they made me.
but still 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. like I can't even breathe.
I'm from the of car theives. G, deep from the street.
Plenty beef. I for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. This nigga from tryin to creep.
No wit no straps, jack.
on to bounce back.
And an ounce so fat, they snatch my ?
Get grip wit hollows to get cha.
wit clippers. Get the picture?
I wrote my life like a scripture.

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

Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap under my and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin deep morning. Peepin out the weak.
While they and let my cloud speak for it's self.
No doubt. Outlaw. my mind, outta time. You're all blind.
Some kind of life of mine Kato mind.
Findin it funny, of fact, 'cause it is.
Perhaps finally I look at that true over the 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 stupid bitches right now.
out.

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