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In the we live as thugs,
Everbody wit us so can't you see
It's 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 stay the out the kitchen.
these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas space.
Have bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns daily.
The surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein to explode on contact.
Extreme at times. by my passion and fury.
Look at me laugh at my flashin my jewelry.
You'd stay silent if you niggas me. Truely effective.
The you heard ain't 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 nobody holdin you back. the track to confetti.
Unload it. 'cause niggas ain't ready. The of an outlaw.

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Code 3. 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 when I'm and bleedin.
Indeed the has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.
My victim 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 ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. surrender.
Death is for a son to stay free. I'm out.
Fuck the 'cause this is how they made me.
Scarred but breathin.
in me and you could see the victory.
A warrior jewels. Can you picture me?
of and outlaw.

[Chorus

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

And I'm still on lost in the of the lonely.
Where ain't holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy.
livin soley for themselves. Too hostile on a land hell.
Somebody me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the it's 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 advaced to we plotted.
to go on swole and now I got it.

Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to Kastro sleepin.
a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin deep into morning. 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 of life of mine Kato don't mind.
Findin it funny, matter of fact, it is.
Perhaps I look 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 they and parasites.
and all they might
Thug break night.
till we fist 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 dark and I admit dark.
So ?
foolin marks.
And yo, Makaveli, me them bullets that was left for PO's belly.
And let me bust to them niggas till they all sweaty.