Life Of An Outlaw

In the life we live as thugs

Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see

It's hard to be a man

Ridin wit my gun 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

Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean

Itchin, givin suckas plenty space

Have these bitch niggas snitchin

Where are we now? Guns found daily

The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope

They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap

Attack. Words bein 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. Truely effective

The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch

Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam

It seems niggas ain't recognize my team

Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti

Unload it. Cuz niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw

Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols

Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you

Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue

Automatic gunfire makin all my enemies run

Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin

Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream

Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit 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 outlaws. Never surrender

Death is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out

Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me

Scarred but still breathin

Believe in me and you could see the victory

A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me?

Life of and outlaw

City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe

I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street

Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene

Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep

No halfs wit no straps, jack

It's on to bounce back

And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style?

Get this grip wit hollows to get cha

Snip wit clippers. Get the picture?

I wrote my life down like a scripture

And I'm still on 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? on a land hell

Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it

Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz

Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed

To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted

Approved to go on swole and now I got it

Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin

Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin

Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak

While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self

No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You're all blind

Some kind of life of mine Kato don't mind

Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is

Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw

Eh, Noble

What's up nigga

Would you die for me, nigga?

Hell yeah

Would you kill for me?

On my grandmother, nigga

Ah yo

What's up

Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now

Watch out

Well now they all say they roaches and parasites

Snakes and all they might

Thug Life break night

Drink till we fist fight

Life or death. But you can't win with a vest

But there won't be no breathing for the reason

Punk bitch on your breath

I see day is dark and I admit it's dark

So chase?

Hide your stash

Beware foolin marks

And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly

And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty