Life Of An Outlaw Lyrics
I[ Lyrics from: http://www.cloverlyrics.com/e1765-2_pac~life_of_an_outlaw_lyrics.html ]10; the life we live as thugs,<br />Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see<br />It's hard to be a man.<br />Ridin wit my gun in hand.<br /><br />Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin.<br />Stuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat,<br />Then stay the fuck out the kitchen.<br />Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.<br />Itchin, givin suckas plenty space.<br />Have these bitch niggas snitchin.<br />Where are we now? Guns found daily.<br />The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.<br />They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap.<br />Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact.<br />Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury.<br />Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry.<br />You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective.<br />The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.<br />Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam.<br />It seems niggas ain't recognize my team.<br />Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.<br />Unload it. Cuz niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw.<br /><br /><em>[Chorus repeats]<br /><br />Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols.<br />Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you.<br />Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue.<br />Automatic gunfire makin all my enemies run.<br />Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin.<br />Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream.<br />Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.<br />My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.<br />We got memories fadin fast. A slave for cash.<br />Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash.<br />Don't look now. How you like it, raw.<br />Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.<br />Death is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out.<br />Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me.<br />Scarred but still breathin.<br />Believe in me and you could see the victory.<br />A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me?<br />Life of and outlaw.<br /><br /><em>[Chorus repeats]<br /><br />City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe.<br />I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street.<br />Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.<br />Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep.<br />No halfs wit no straps, jack.<br />It's on to bounce back.<br />And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ?<br />Get this grip wit hollows to get cha.<br />Snip wit clippers. Get the picture?<br />I wrote my life down like a scripture.<br /><br />And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely.<br />Where ain't nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy.<br />Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too ?? on a land hell.<br />Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.<br />Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz<br />Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed.<br />To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted.<br />Approved to go on swole and now I got it.<br /><br />Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin.<br />Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.<br />Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak.<br />While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self.<br />No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You're all blind.<br />Some kind of life of mine Kato don't mind.<br />Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is.<br />Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw.<br />Eh, Noble.<br />What's up nigga.<br />Would you die for me, nigga?<br />Hell yeah.<br />Would you kill for me?<br />On my grandmother, nigga.<br />Ah yo.<br />What's up.<br />Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now.<br />Watch out.<br /><br />Well now they all say they roaches and parasites.<br />Snakes and all they might<br />Thug Life break night.<br />Drink till we fist fight.<br />Life or death. But you can't win with a vest.<br />But there won't be no breathing for the reason<br />Punk bitch on your breath.<br />I see day is dark and I admit it's dark.<br />So chase ?<br />Beware foolin marks.<br />And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly.<br />And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty