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