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[Tupac]

That's right nigga you gotta get your papers

up in this motherfucker

I ain't mad at ya at all

[Tupac]

hey yo, what tha fuck you wanna be when you grow
up Ra Ra

[Rah Rah]

Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfuckin
outlaw

[Tupac]

that's right nigga, hahaha, house'n these ho's,
you feel me?

[Tupac]

you gotta do that shit, keepen it real nigga or
what ?

[Rah Rah]

keepin' it real!

[Tupac]

How old are you nigga?

[Rah Rah]

i'm 11

[Tupac]

cause all I see is

Murder murder

my mind state

preoccupied with homicide

tryin to survive through this trial and rape

dead bodies at block parties

those unlucky bastards

gunfire now they require maybe closed casket

who can you blame ?

it's insane what we did do

witness an evil that these men do

bitches see it too

infact they be the reasons niggas get to bleedin

but i'll fucken fire when I leave'em

I shoulda seen'em

hostile ho's catch elbows and grows disposed of

and snitches get dealt with, with no love

body bags of adversaries that I had to bury

I broke tha law and their jaw

all in tha same flurry

but never worry

they'll remember me through history

causen motherfuckers to bleed

they'll label me an

Chorus

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw

they came into sin

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw

Dear God, I wonder can you save me?

Before I close my eyes

I fantasize i'm livin well

and I awaken

realizen i'm just in prison in hell

just as well

cause in my cell i'm keeping pictures of these
bastards

excersisein'

visualizing'

everyone inside a casket

picture me blasted

surrounded by niggas in masks

sent with tha task

to harass and murder my ass

will I last ?

Heaven or Hell ?

Freedom or Jail ?

shit's hard who can you tell ?

and if we fail ?

high speeds

and tie weed on tha freeway

when will they learn to take it easy ?

driveby's

and niggas die

murder without a motive by making motherfuckers
fry

got me runnin' from these coward ass crooked ass
cops

helicopters tryin ta hover over niggas till we
drops

Got no time for tha courts

my only thought is open fire

hit tha district attorney

but, fuck that bitch, cause she's a lie

now it's time to expire

I see tha judge

spray tha bitch

'motherfuckers is crooked !' is what I scream

and hit tha fence

I cominse to get wicked

spitten rounds as tha plot thickens

never missen

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

and label me an

Chorus

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw

they came into sin

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw

Dear God, I wonder, could ya save me ?

Society lied to me

I ain't never gonna try ta be

my mob will be doin roberies

and stickups on these wannabe's

I witnessed niggas lose they chest

for ordinary reasons niggas bodies put ta rest

so I just..

swallow my becks and holla 'fuck'em'

and if i'm next

just leta nigga step with somethin'

I ain't fearin nothen

young and thugin

prepared for bustin if that's my destiny

ready for whatever

see you niggas can't get tha best of me

(hold me down)

definately no need for askin

(now he mad)

top speed

(smokin weed)

Blasted (biotch)

cause when I bust'em they gonna shiver

tha killers cry

soldiers got bodies floaten in tha river

what is they sayin ?

talken about prayin'

they need to stop

that ain't gonna help

these niggas sprayin up my block

tryin ta take my wealth

Chorus

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw

They came into sin

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw

Dear God, I wonder could ya save me ?

Outlaw, Outlaw

They came into sin

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw

Dear God, I wonder could ya save me ?

[Tupac]

fuck tha judge, I gotta gruge

punk police, niggas run tha streets

it ain't nothen but muuuuzik

shits changed

1995 tha games has changed

motherfuckers is actin real strange

the rules is all rearranged

you got babies lyin' dead in tha streets

these punk police is crooked as me

but all I see

is mothafuckers actin' less than G's

stop bein a playa-hater

be an inovator nigga

fuck that shit

don't be no entertainer and a stranger

be a real mothafucker

keep it real

pack that steel

cause you know these streets is real deal

mothafuckers wanna see me in my casket

jelous, mothafucken bastards

i'll never die

thug niggas multiply

cause after me is Thug Life baby

then tha young thugs

then tha youngest thug of all my nigga Ra Ra