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Live back at 'cha westside baaaaby |
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Aight ****** it, we gone flip some new ************t now |
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You heard 'all eyez on me,' ******z know what time it is |
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(makaveli the don) 'pac do it like that |
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Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million |
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(outlaw.. ninety-nine) |
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Fresh out on bail, ******z still can't see me |
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(napoleon, e.d.i, young noble, fatal hussein) |
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That's how it is |
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Now we got a new mother****** plan, and a new mission |
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(makaveli the don, greg nice, outlaw - outlaw) |
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Competition, so they say, these ******z is gay |
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(outlaw - outlaw) |
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Blast me? it could never happen |
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At least not while i'm walkin and rappin |
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Heard of some ******z on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me |
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(throw ya hands up, hands up) |
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They can't hide, listen to the rough ************t, my click |
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(throw ya mother****** hands up) |
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I said many times busters still can't see |
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Y'all ******z can't ****** with me (outlaw) |
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I been, handlin stress in this ************t for years |
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Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, i |
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Said many times busters still can't see |
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Y'all ******z can't ****** with me (outlaw) |
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I been, handlin stress in this ************t for years |
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Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears |
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Now, rock-a-bye baby, i'm thugged out and so crazy |
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Don't want to hurt a soul ******, so don't make me |
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I got a dream to see my whole team in lexus coupes |
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My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through |
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But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll |
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Never be peace long as there's fiends on these cali streets |
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Even on the other side brothers die, but ride |
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******z get high off a slow form of suicide |
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Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties |
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I live my life to ****** mo', exposin tragically |
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How can we find some peace and ******z still ain't get a piece |
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I know i'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat |
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I'm seeing satin infiltratin; my military mind |
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Make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin |
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Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through |
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To become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears |
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Chorus: 2pac + young noble |
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I said many times busters still can't see |
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Y'all ******z can't ****** with me (outlaw) |
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I been, handlin stress in this ************t for years |
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Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, i |
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Said many times busters still can't see |
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Y'all ******z can't ****** with me (outlaw) |
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I been, handlin stress in this ************t for years |
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Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears |
[2pac] |
thugged out baby! |
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[young noble] |
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We don't shed tears we shed blood |
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Do you still wanna be a thug? huh? what? |
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We don't shed tears we shed blood |
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Do you still wanna be a thug? |
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Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave abe lincolns |
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The days i spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends |
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Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me |
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Blast for me, the task after me |
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For a few years sheddin tattooed tears |
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Like gram' sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family |
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We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time |
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Outlawz locked down for some past crimes |
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Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller |
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Your block ain't no harder, fake baller |
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[napoleon] |
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****** it's like this |
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I been thuggin just for the cause of it |
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Out to get all of it, but i'll never loose my ****** and ************t |
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And it's all for the pressure |
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That'll make me ****** my ************t up off the dresser |
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Made ****** mafia of course my ******s gonna test ya |
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Answers to the questions, bullets to my smith n' wesson |
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Still stucked up in a ****** session, jersey where the ******z flexin |
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Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by |
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Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye |
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Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die |
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So ask me why-why, but i feel that god owe me my life |
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For the things he did, but i turn my pleasure into sin |
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Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears |
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Chorus |
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[kadafi] |
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************t.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die |
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Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high |
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As life replays like time; underhanded schemes |
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To get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime |
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My enemies want me squeezed |
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They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees |
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Please beware we thugs revolution size |
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Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize |
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Locked down, got many shell shocked, now |
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Holdin down fort like i'm stuck in court cell block style |
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[kastro] |
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Yo i been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late |
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Visions of killers en masse at the blast mayne |
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As i lay here gatted down and tatted |
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Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict |
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It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers |
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Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air |
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And i suffer my ************t in hell, talkin to the heavens |
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Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas |
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I lost a lot, startin with hope i tried |
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And for every tattoo i got a moment i cried |
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I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain |
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Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain |
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I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear |
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Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears |
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Come on... |
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Chorus (repeats to fade) |