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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 explain the Niggas ain't listenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims can't the heat,
Then the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, at me mean.
Itchin, suckas plenty space.
Have these bitch snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns daily.
The feds surely hope that they could finally me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein known to on contact.
Extreme at times. Blinded by my and fury.
Look at me laugh at my competition's my jewelry.
You'd silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective.
The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and wit an infared beam.
It seems niggas recognize my team.
Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the to confetti.
Unload it. 'cause niggas ain't ready. The of an outlaw.

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Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out pistols.
Keep an eye out for the devils 'cause itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman kamikaze in tongue.
gunfire makin all my enemies run.
Who should I when I'm shot and bleedin.
the possibility has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a few.
My victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.
We got fadin fast. A slave 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 world 'cause this is how made me.
Scarred but breathin.
in me and you could 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 nigga from behind to creep.
No wit no straps, jack.
on to bounce back.
And an so fat, they snatch my style ?
Get this grip wit to get cha.
wit clippers. Get the picture?
I my life down like a scripture.

And I'm on lost in the land of the lonely.
ain't nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy.
Everybody livin for themselves. Too hostile on a land hell.
Somebody need me. You know we lost and we needin 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.
Approved to go on and now I got it.

Un uh, my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap under my and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin deep morning. Peepin out the weak.
While they 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.
Findin it funny, of fact, 'cause 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 stupid bitches right now.
out.

Well now they all say they and parasites.
Snakes and all they
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 and I admit it's dark.
So ?
foolin marks.
And yo, Makaveli, give me them that was left for PO's belly.
And let me bust back to them till they all sweaty.