2PAC lyrics : "Outlaw"
[Tupac]
That's right ^!$$% you gotta get your papers in this mother$#&@er
I ain't mad at ya at all (damn)
Aiyyo, what the $#&@ you wanna be when you grow up RahRah?
[RahRah] ^!$$%, is you stupid, I wanna be a mother$#&@in Outlaw
[Tupac] That's right ^!$$%, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you feel me?
[RahRah] Aight, knowhatI'msayin?
[Tupac] You got to do that %#@!, keepin it real ^!$$% or what?
[RahRah] Keepin it real!
[Tupac] How old are you ^!$$%?
[RahRah] I'm eleven
[Tupac]
Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state
preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate
Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky !@$(s
Gunfire now they require may be closed casket
Who can you blame? It's insane what we dare do
Witness an evil that these men do, (*##$es in, too
In fact they be the reasons ^!$$%z get to bleedin
Pull the $#&@in fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em
Hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) negroes disposed of
and snitches get dealt with, with no love
Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury
I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry
But never worry, they'll remember me through history
Causin mother$#&@ers to bleed, they'll label me a
[Chorus]
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (They came in to sin)
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (Dear God, I wonder could you save me?)
[Tupac]
Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin well
when I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell
Just as well, cause in my cell I'm keepin pictures of these !@$(s
Excersisin, visualizin, everyone inside a casket
Picture me blasted, surrounded by ^!$$%z in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my $$#
Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail?
%#@!'s hard, who can you tell? Aand if we fail?
High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy? Uh
Drivebys and ^!$$%z die, murder without a motive
by making mother$#&@ers fry
Got me runnin from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops
Helicopters tryin to hover over ^!$$%z til we drop
Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire
Hit the district attorney, but $#&@ that (*##$, cause she's a lie
Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the (*##$
"Mother$#&@ers is crooked," is what I scream, and hit the fence
I comense to get wicked, spittin rounds as the plot thickens
Never missin an early grave is my only mission
If I die, never worry, bury me beside my four-five
May God forgive me, I was high, label me a
[Chorus]
[Dramacydal]
Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be
My mob'll be doin robberies, and stickups on these wannabe's
I witnessed ^!$$%z lose they chest
For ordinary reasons ^!$$%z bodies put to rest
So I just.. swallow my Beck's and holla, "$#&@ em!"
And if I'm next.. just let a ^!$$% step with somethin
I ain't fearin nuttin
Young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny
Ready for whatever, see you ^!$$%z can't get the best of me
(hold me down) Definitely no need for askin
(now he mad) Top speed (smokin weed) blasted (biotch!)
Cause when I bust em they gonna shiver, the killers cry
Soldiers got bodies floatin in the river, what is they sayin?
Talkin bout prayin -- they need to stop, that ain't gon' help
These ^!$$%z sprayin up my block, tryin to take my wealth
[Chorus 2X]
[Tupac]
$#&@ the judge, I gotta grudge
Punk police, ^!$$%z run the streets
Hahah, it ain't nuttin but muuuuzik
%#@!'s changed
1995 the game has changed, mother$#&@ers is actin REAL strange
The rules is all rearranged
You got babies lyin dead in the streets
These punk police is crooked as me
but all I see is mother$#&@ers actin less than G's
Stop bein a playa-hater, be a innovator ^!$$%
$#&@ that %#@!, don't be no entertainer and a stranger
Be a real mother$#&@er keep it real pack that steel
Cause you know these streets is real deal
Muh'$#&@ers wanna see me in my casket
Jealous, mother$#&@in !@$(s
I never die, thug ^!$$%z multiply
Cause after me is Thug Life baby
Then the young thugs
Then the youngest thug of all my ^!$$% RahRah
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