| That’s right nigga you gotta get your papers
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| Up in this motherfucker
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| I ain’t mad at ya at all
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| Hey yo, what tha fuck you wanna be when you grow up ra ra
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| Nigga, is you stupid, i wanna be a motherfuckin outlaw
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| That’s right nigga, hahaha, house’n these ho’s, you feel me?
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| You gotta do that shit, keepen it real nigga or what?
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| Keepin’it real!
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| How old are you nigga?
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| I’m 11
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| Cause all i see is Murder murder
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| My mind state
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| Preoccupied with homicide
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| Tryin to survive through this trial and rape
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| Dead bodies at block parties
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| Those unlucky bastards
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| Gunfire now they require maybe closed casket
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| Who can you blame?
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| It’s insane what we did do Witness an evil that these men do Bitches see it too
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| Infact they be the reasons niggas get to bleedin
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| But i’ll fucken fire when i leave’em
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| I shoulda seen’em
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| Hostile ho’s catch elbows and grows disposed of And snitches get dealt with, with no love
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| Body bags of adversaries that i had to bury
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| I broke tha law and their jaw
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| All in tha same flurry
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| But never worry
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| They’ll remember me through history
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| Causen motherfuckers to bleed
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| They’ll label me an Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
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| They came into sin
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| Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
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| Dear god, i wonder can you save me?
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| Before i close my eyes
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| I fantasize i’m livin well
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| And i awaken
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| Realizen i’m just in prison in hell
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| Just as well
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| Cause in my cell i’m keeping pictures of these bastards
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| Excersisein'
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| Visualizing'
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| Everyone inside a casket
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| Picture me blasted
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| Surrounded by niggas in masks
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| Sent with tha task
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| To harass and murder my ass
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| Will i last?
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| Heaven or hell?
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| Freedom or jail?
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| Shit’s hard who can you tell?
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| And if we fail?
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| High speeds
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| And tie weed on tha freeway
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| When will they learn to take it easy?
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| Driveby’s
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| And niggas die
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| Murder without a motive by making motherfuckers fry
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| Got me runnin’from these coward ass crooked ass cops
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| Helicopters tryin ta hover over niggas till we drops
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| Got no time for tha courts
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| My only thought is open fire
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| Hit tha district attorney
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| But, fuck that bitch, cause she’s a lie
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| Now it’s time to expire
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| I see tha judge
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| Spray tha bitch
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| 'motherfuckers is crooked !'is what i scream
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| And hit tha fence
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| I cominse to get wicked
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| Spitten rounds as tha plot thickens
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| Never missen
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| An early grave is my only mission
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| If i die
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| Never worry, bury me beside my four-five
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| May god forgive me, i was high
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| And label me an Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
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| They came into sin
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| Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
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| Dear god, i wonder, could ya save me?
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| Society lied to me
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| I ain’t never gonna try ta be My mob will be doin roberies
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| And stickups on these wannabe’s
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| I witnessed niggas lose they chest
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| For ordinary reasons niggas bodies put ta rest
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| So i just.
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| Swallow my becks and holla 'fuck'em'
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| And if i’m next
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| Just leta nigga step with somethin'
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| I ain’t fearin nothen
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| Young and thugin
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| Prepared for bustin if that’s my destiny
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| Ready for whatever
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| See you niggas can’t get tha best of me
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| (hold me down)
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| Definately no need for askin
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| (now he mad)
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| Top speed
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| (smokin weed)
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| Blasted (biotch)
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| Cause when i bust’em they gonna shiver
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| Tha killers cry
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| Soldiers got bodies floaten in tha river
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| What is they sayin?
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| Talken about prayin'
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| They need to stop
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| That ain’t gonna help
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| These niggas sprayin up my block
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| Tryin ta take my wealth
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| Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
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| They came into sin
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| Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
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| Dear god, i wonder could ya save me?
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| Outlaw, outlaw
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| They came into sin
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| Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
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| Dear god, i wonder could ya save me?
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| Fuck tha judge, i gotta gruge
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| Punk police, niggas run tha streets
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| It ain’t nothen but muuuuzik
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| Shits changed
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| 1995 tha games has changed
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| Motherfuckers is actin real strange
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| The rules is all rearranged
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| You got babies lyin’dead in tha streets
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| These punk police is crooked as me But all i see
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| Is mothafuckers actin’less than g’s
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| Stop bein a playa-hater
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| Be an inovator nigga
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| Fuck that shit
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| Don’t be no entertainer and a stranger
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| Be a real mothafucker
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| Keep it real
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| Pack that steel
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| Cause you know these streets is real deal
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| Mothafuckers wanna see me in my casket
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| Jelous, mothafucken bastards
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| I’ll never die
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| Thug niggas multiply
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| Cause after me is thug life baby
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| Then tha young thugs
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| Then tha youngest thug of all my nigga ra ra |