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In the life we as thugs,
fuckin 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 victims can't the heat,
Then the fuck out the kitchen.
Have bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin plenty space.
these bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? found daily.
The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for dope.
They backwards, tracks burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein to explode on contact.
Extreme at times. Blinded by my and fury.
Look at me laugh at my flashin my jewelry.
You'd stay silent if you knew me. Truely effective.
The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a wish, bitch.
Run up, me and trace wit an infared beam.
It seems ain't recognize my team.
nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.
Unload it. 'cause 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 this madman screamin in tongue.
Automatic gunfire makin all my run.
Who I call when I'm shot and bleedin.
Indeed the possibility has a chase in cream.
Dope got me fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.
My foes of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.
We got memories fast. A slave for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, dash.
Don't look now. How you it, raw.
Niggas ain't for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to free. I'm thugged out.
Fuck the world 'cause is how they made me.
Scarred but breathin.
Believe in me and you see the victory.
A warrior 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.
beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.
Mobb Deep. nigga from behind tryin to creep.
No wit no straps, jack.
on to bounce back.
And an ounce so fat, snatch my style ?
Get grip wit hollows to get cha.
wit clippers. Get the picture?
I wrote my down like a scripture.

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

Un uh, crack my window. they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap under my and a hand like we freakin.
deep into 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 Kato don't mind.
it funny, matter of fact, 'cause it is.
Perhaps finally I look at that 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 all say they roaches and parasites.
and all they might
Thug break night.
Drink we fist fight.
or death. But you can't win with a vest.
But there be no breathing for the reason
Punk on your breath.
I see day is and I admit it's dark.
So ?
foolin marks.
And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was for PO's belly.
And let me back to them niggas till they all sweaty.