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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.
Stuck in positions. If victims stand the heat,
Then the fuck out the kitchen.
Have bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas space.
these bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we Guns found daily.
The feds surely hope that they could finally me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks burst I rap.
Attack. Words bein known to on contact.
at times. Blinded by my passion and fury.
Look at me at my competition's flashin my jewelry.
You'd stay 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 wit an infared beam.
It seems niggas recognize my team.
Ain't holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.
it. 'cause niggas ain't ready. The life 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 this madman screamin in tongue.
Automatic makin all my enemies run.
Who should I call I'm shot and bleedin.
Indeed the has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, a chosen 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 of the outlaws. Never surrender.
is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out.
Fuck the world 'cause 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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under siege. It's like 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. nigga from 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 life 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 soley for themselves. Too hostile on a land hell.
need me. You know we lost hope 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 in advaced to what we plotted.
to go on swole and now I got it.

Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to Kastro sleepin.
Attach a under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
deep into morning. Peepin out the weak.
While they yawnin and let my cloud for it's self.
No doubt. Outlaw. my mind, outta time. You're all blind.
kind of life of mine Kato don't mind.
Findin it funny, 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 bitches right now.
out.

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