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In the we live 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 can't stand the heat,
stay the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, at me mean.
Itchin, suckas plenty space.
Have bitch niggas snitchin.
are we now? Guns found daily.
The feds surely hope they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make burst whenever I rap.
Attack. bein known to explode on contact.
Extreme at times. Blinded by my and fury.
at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry.
You'd stay if you niggas knew me. Truely effective.
The shit you 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.
Ain't nobody holdin you back. the track to confetti.
Unload it. 'cause niggas ready. The life of an outlaw.

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3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols.
Keep an eye out for the devils 'cause itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman screamin 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.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, a chosen few.
My victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. A for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, dash.
Don't now. How you like it, raw.
Niggas ain't for the wrath 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.
but still breathin.
Believe in me and you see the victory.
A warrior jewels. Can you picture me?
of and outlaw.

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City under siege. It's like I even breathe.
I'm from the state of car theives. G, from the street.
beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. This 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 wrote my life down a scripture.

And I'm still on in the land of the lonely.
Where ain't holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy.
Everybody livin for themselves. Too hostile on a land hell.
Somebody me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the evil it's forever. But it be low down, scandalouz
Like a tramp is. All for the fame on how to be managed.
To plan shit. 6 months in to what we plotted.
Approved to go on and now I got it.

Un uh, crack my window. they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin.
a strap under 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.
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 right now.
out.

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