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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 explain the game? ain't listenin.
Stuck in positions. If can't stand the heat,
Then stay the out the kitchen.
Have bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin plenty space.
these bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns daily.
The surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks burst 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.
stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective.
The you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and trace wit an beam.
It niggas ain't recognize 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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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 gunfire all my enemies run.
Who I call when I'm shot and bleedin.
Indeed the possibility has part a in cream.
Dope got me fiends. Scheam wit my team, just 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.
ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to free. I'm thugged out.
Fuck the world 'cause this is how made me.
Scarred but breathin.
in me and you could see the victory.
A with jewels. Can you picture me?
of and outlaw.

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City under siege. It's I can't even breathe.
I'm from the state of car theives. G, from the street.
Plenty beef. I play for keeps, the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. This nigga behind tryin to creep.
No wit no straps, jack.
It's on to back.
And an ounce so fat, they my style ?
Get this grip wit to get cha.
Snip wit clippers. Get the
I wrote my down like a scripture.

And I'm on lost in the land of the lonely.
Where nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy.
Everybody soley for themselves. Too hostile on a land hell.
Somebody need me. You we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down,
Like a tramp is. All for the fame 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 under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin deep morning. Peepin 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 mine don't mind.
it funny, matter of fact, 'cause 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 ride on them stupid right now.
out.

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