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

Why explain the game? ain't listenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims stand the heat,
Then stay the out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas space.
these bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we Guns found daily.
The feds surely hope they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks burst I rap.
Attack. bein known to explode 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 knew me. Truely effective.
The shit you heard do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, me and trace wit an infared beam.
It seems niggas ain't my team.
Ain't 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 'cause they itchin to get you.
Mercy to madman screamin kamikaze in tongue.
Automatic makin all my enemies run.
Who should I call I'm shot and bleedin.
the possibility has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, a chosen few.
My foes victim of explosives. closer. Exhale the fumes.
We got memories fast. A slave for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, dash.
Don't 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 with jewels. Can you picture me?
of and outlaw.

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City siege. It's like I can't even breathe.
I'm from the of car theives. G, deep from the street.
Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole scene.
Deep. This nigga from behind 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 down like a scripture.

And I'm on lost 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 forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz
Like a tramp is. All for the street on how to be managed.
To plan shit. 6 in advaced to what we plotted.
Approved to go on and now I got it.

Un uh, crack my window. Knowin love to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap under my pillow and a like we freakin.
deep 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 mine don't mind.
Findin it funny, matter of fact, 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 stupid bitches now.
out.

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