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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 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 hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, tracks burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein known to on contact.
Extreme at times. Blinded by my and fury.
at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry.
You'd silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective.
The shit you 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. Explode the to confetti.
it. 'cause niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw.

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Code 3. Attack formation. out your pistols.
Keep an eye out for the devils they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman kamikaze 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 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.
Niggas ain't ready for the of the outlaws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to stay free. I'm out.
Fuck the world 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. like I can't even breathe.
I'm from the state of car theives. G, from the street.
Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the 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, snatch my style ?
Get this grip wit to get cha.
Snip wit clippers. Get the
I wrote my life 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 livin for themselves. Too hostile on a land hell.
need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the it's forever. But it might 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. Knowin love to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap under my pillow and a like we freakin.
Creepin deep into morning. out the weak.
While yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self.
No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, time. You're all blind.
Some kind of life of Kato don't mind.
Findin it funny, of fact, 'cause it is.
Perhaps finally I look at that true 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 bitches right now.
out.

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