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