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In the we live as thugs,
Everbody fuckin wit us so you see
hard to be a man.
wit my gun in hand.

Why explain the Niggas ain't listenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims stand the heat,
stay the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin plenty space.
Have bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns daily.
The feds surely hope that they finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein to explode on contact.
Extreme at times. Blinded by my and fury.
Look at me laugh at my competition's my jewelry.
You'd silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective.
The shit you heard do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and 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. Pull out pistols.
Keep an eye out for the 'cause they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman screamin in tongue.
Automatic makin all my enemies run.
Who should I call when I'm and bleedin.
Indeed the possibility has a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, a chosen few.
My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. A for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, dash.
look now. How you like it, raw.
Niggas ain't for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.
is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out.
Fuck the world 'cause 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.

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under siege. It's like I can't even breathe.
I'm from the state of car theives. G, from the street.
Plenty beef. I play for keeps, the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. This nigga 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 livin for themselves. Too hostile on a land hell.
need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the evil forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz
Like a is. All for the street fame 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 love to Kastro sleepin.
Attach a under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin into morning. Peepin out the weak.
While yawnin 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 Kato don't mind.
it funny, matter of fact, 'cause 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 on them stupid bitches right now.
out.

Well now they all say roaches and parasites.
Snakes and all they
Life break night.
Drink till we fight.
Life or death. But you win with a vest.
But there be no breathing for the reason
Punk bitch on breath.
I see day is and I admit it's dark.
So ?
Beware marks.
And yo, Makaveli, give me bullets that was left for PO's belly.
And let me back to them niggas till they all sweaty.