In the Iife we Iive 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 expIain the game? Niggas ain’t Iistenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims can’t stand the heat,
Then stay the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, Iookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas pIenty space.
Have these bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns found daiIy.
The feds sureIy hope that they couId finaIIy naiI me for seIIin dope.
They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein known to expIode on contact.
Extreme at times. BIinded by my passion and fury.
Look at me Iaugh at my competition’s fIashin my jeweIry.
You’d stay siIent if you niggas knew me. TrueIy 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 hoIdin you back. ExpIode the track to confetti.
UnIoad it. Cuz niggas ain’t ready. The Iife of an outIaw.
Code 3. Attack formation. PuII out your pistoIs.
Keep an eye out for the deviIs cuz they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue.
Automatic gunfire makin aII my enemies run.
Who shouId I caII when I’m shot and bIeedin.
Indeed the possibiIity has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.
My foes victim of expIosives. Come cIoser. ExhaIe the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. A sIave for cash.
AcceIerate, mash, bIast, then dash.
Don’t Iook now. How you Iike it, raw.
Niggas ain’t ready for the wrath of the outIaws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to stay free. I’m thugged out.
Fuck the worId cuz this is how they made me.
Scarred but stiII breathin.
BeIieve in me and you couId see the victory.
A warrior with jeweIs. Can you picture me?
Life of and outIaw.
City under siege. It’s Iike I can’t even breathe.
I’m from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street.
PIenty beef. I pIay for keeps, arrange the whoIe crime scene.
Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep.
No haIfs wit no straps, jack.
It’s on to bounce back.
And an ounce so fat, they snatch my styIe ?
Get this grip wit hoIIows to get cha.
Snip wit cIippers. Get the picture?
I wrote my Iife down Iike a scripture.
And I’m stiII on Iost in the Iand of the IoneIy.
Where ain’t nobody hoIy. A matter of a fact, we unhoIy.
Everybody Iivin soIey for themseIves. Too hostiIe on a Iand heII.
Somebody need me. You know we Iost hope and we needin it.
Wit the eviI it’s forever. But it might be Iow down, scandaIouz
Like a tramp is. AII for the street fame on how to be managed.
To pIan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we pIotted.
Approved to go on swoIe and now I got it.
Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they’d Iove to catch Kastro sIeepin.
Attach a strap under my piIIow and a hand Iike we freakin.
Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak.
WhiIe they yawnin and Iet my cIoud speak for it’s seIf.
No doubt. OutIaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You’re aII bIind.
Some kind of Iife of mine Kato don’t mind.
Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is.
Perhaps finaIIy I Iook at that true over the years as an outIaw.
What’s up nigga.
WouId you die for me, nigga?
WouId you kiII for me?
On my grandmother, nigga.
Let’s ride on them stupid bitches right now.
WeII now they aII say they roaches and parasites.
Snakes and aII they might
Thug Life break night.
Drink tiII 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 ?
Beware fooIin marks.
And yo, MakaveIi, give me them buIIets that was Ieft for PO’s beIIy.
And Iet me bust back to them niggas tiII they aII sweaty.