Artist: Makaveli (2Pac) Album: The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory Album Song: Life of an Outlaw Typed by: OHHLA.com [Intro/Chorus - sung] 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 [2Pac] Why explain the game? Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 flashin my jewelry You'd stay silent if you niggaz knew me, truly 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 niggaz ain't recognize my team Ain't nobody holdin you back, explode the track to confetti Unload it, cause niggaz ain't ready - the life of an outlaw! [Chorus] [2Pac] Code three, attack formation, pull out your pistols Keep an eye out for the devils cause they itchin to get you Merciless 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, scheme with 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 Niggaz 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 cause 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 an outlaw [Chorus] [Outlawz] City under siege, it's like I can't even breathe I'm from the state of car thieves, 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 haps wit no straps, jack, it's on to bounce back I house a rap so fat, they snatch my style off dap Come to grip with hollow tips that get'cha Snip wit clip or get the picture I wrote my life down like a scripture But still I'm lost, in the land, of the lonely Where ain't nobody holy, matter of a fact, we unholy Everybody livin solely for themselves, too hot struggle in hell Somebody need it, ou know we lost hope and we needin it Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalous Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed To plan shit, six 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 hand to hand like we freakin Creepin deep into morning, peepin out the weak While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for itself 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, cause it is Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw [2Pac + Napoleon] Eh, Napoleon 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 'til we fist fight Life or death. But you can't win with a vest But there won't be no breathin for the reason Punk bitch on your breath I see day is dark and I admit it's dark So chase the hand, hide yo' stash, beware of them marks Aiyyo Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly And let me bust back to them niggaz till they all sweaty [Chorus] - 4X with ad libs