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

Why the game? Niggas ain't listenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims can't the heat,
Then the fuck out the kitchen.
these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas 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 known to on contact.
Extreme at times. by my passion and fury.
at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry.
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. effective.
The shit you ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and wit an infared beam.
It seems niggas recognize my team.
nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.
Unload it. 'cause niggas ready. The life of an outlaw.

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Code 3. Attack formation. out your pistols.
an eye out for the devils 'cause they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman kamikaze in tongue.
Automatic makin all my enemies run.
Who should I call I'm shot and bleedin.
Indeed the possibility has part a in cream.
got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.
My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. A for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, dash.
Don't now. How you like it, raw.
ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to stay free. I'm out.
the world '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.

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City under siege. It's I can't even breathe.
I'm from the of car theives. G, deep from the street.
Plenty beef. I play for keeps, the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. This nigga from tryin to creep.
No wit no straps, jack.
on to bounce back.
And an so fat, they snatch my style ?
Get grip wit hollows to get cha.
Snip wit clippers. Get the
I my life down 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.
Everybody soley for themselves. Too hostile on a land hell.
Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we 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 plan shit. 6 months in to what we plotted.
to go on swole and now I got it.

Un uh, my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin deep morning. Peepin out the weak.
While 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 mine don't mind.
it funny, matter 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 on them stupid bitches right now.
out.

Well now they all say roaches and parasites.
Snakes and all might
Thug Life night.
Drink till we fight.
Life or death. But you win with 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 ?
Beware marks.
And yo, Makaveli, me them bullets that was left for PO's belly.
And let me back to them niggas till they all sweaty.