Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life Of An Outlaw, artist - Makaveli. Album song The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Life Of An Outlaw |
In the life we live as thugs |
Everybody fuckin' with us so can’t you see |
It’s hard to be a man |
Ridin' with my guns in hand |
Why explain the game? |
Niggas ain’t listenin', stuck in positions if victims can’t stand the heat, |
then stay the fuck out the kitchen |
Half these busters switchin', lookin' at me mean, itchin' |
Givin' suckers plenty space, have these bitch niggas snitchin' |
Where are we now, guns found daily |
The Feds trail me in hoax that they could finally nail me |
For sellin' dope, they backwards make the track burst |
Whenever I rap, attack |
Words been known to explode on contact |
Extreme at times, blinded by my passion and fury |
Look at me laugh at my competition’s flashin' my jewelry |
You’d stay silent if you niggas knew me, truly effective |
The shit you heard ain’t do me justice, got a death wish, bitch |
Run, but face being traced, by the infrared beam |
It seems niggas ain’t recognize my team |
Ain’t nobody holdin' you back |
Explode the track to confetti |
Unload it, 'cause niggas ain’t ready |
The life of an outlaw |
In the life we live as thugs |
Everybody fuckin' with us so can’t you see |
It’s hard to be a man |
Ridin' with my guns in hand |
Code 3: attack formation, pull out your pistols |
Keep an eye out for the devils 'cause they itchin' to get you |
Merciless madman, screamin' kamikaze in tongue |
Automatic gunfire, makin' all my enemies run |
Who should I call when I’m shot and bleedin'? |
Indeed a possibility that’s part of chasin' cream |
Dope got me hatin' fiends |
Scheme with my team, just a chosen few |
My foes victim of explosives, come closer exhale the fumes |
We got memories, fadin' fast |
A slave for cash accelerate, mash, blast, then dash |
Don’t look now! |
How you like it, raw? |
Niggas ain’t ready for the wrath of the Outlawz |
Never surrender, death before dishonor, stay free |
I’m thugged out, fuck the world 'cause this is how they made me |
Scarred but still breathin' believe in me |
And you could see the victory, a warrior in jewels, will you picture me? |
Life of an outlaw |
In the life we live as thugs (no doubt) |
Everybody fuckin' with us (yes!), so can’t you see (life of an outlaw) |
It’s hard to be a man (soldiers in position, attack formation) |
Ridin' with my guns in hand |
(No retreat, no surrender) |
City under siege, it’s like I can’t even breathe |
I’m from the state of car thieves G.E.D. |
from the streets |
Plenty beef I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene |
Mobb peep! |
They sneak up from behind tryin' to creep |
No halfs with no straps, jack, it’s on to bounce back |
An ounce of wrath so bad, it snatched my style on death |
Tell the gripper I was sent to get ya, snip with clippers |
Get the picture, I wrote my life down as a scripture |
And still I’m lost in the land of the lonely where ain’t nobody holy |
A matter of a fact, we unholy Everybody livin' soley |
For themselves, too high strung to lend help |
To somebody who be needin' it |
You know we lost hope and he needin' it |
But the evil it’s forever |
But I’m rappin' low down, scandalous like a tramp is |
All for the street fame on how to be managed |
To plan shit 6 months in advanced to what we plotted |
Approached the goal on swole and now I got it |
Uh, I crack my window, knowin' they’d love to catch Kastro sleepin' |
Attach a strap under my pillow, hand to hand like we freakin' |
Creepin' deep into the mornin' |
Peepin' out the weak while they yawnin' |
And let my clout speak for itself |
No doubt, outlaw, outta my mind outta time you’re all blind |
Some kind of life of mine if K-Dog don’t mind |
Findin' it funny, matter of fact, 'cause it is perhaps |
Finally I’ll adapt to it, over the years as an outlaw |
Eh, Napoleon |
What’s up, nigga? |
Would you die for me, nigga? |
Hell yeah |
Would you kill for me, nigga? |
On my grandmother, nigga |
Ayy, yo |
What’s up |
Let’s ride on them stupid bitches right now |
Watch out |
Well, now they all say that vultures and parasites |
Snakes are all alike, thug life break night |
Drink 'til we fist fight, life or death |
But you can’t win with a vest |
Won’t be no breathin' for the reason, punk bitch on your breath |
I see day is dark, and I admit it’s dark |
So chase on the ave., hide your stash, beware from them marks |
And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly |
And let me bust back to them niggas 'til they all cold and sweaty |
In the life we live as thugs |
Everybody fuckin' with us so can’t you see |
It’s hard to be a man |
Ridin' with my guns in hand |
In the life we live as thugs |
Everybody fuckin' with us so can’t you see |
It’s hard to be a man |
Ridin' with my guns in hand |
In the life we live as thugs |
Everybody fuckin' with us so can’t you see |
It’s hard to be a man |
Ridin' with my guns in hand |
In the life we live as thugs |
Everybody fuckin' with us so can’t you see |
It’s hard to be a man |
Ridin' with my guns in hand |