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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Makaveli
Makaveli
Vocals
E.D.I
E.D.I
Vocals
Kastro
Kastro
Vocals
Napoleon
Napoleon
Vocals
Young Noble
Young Noble
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Napoleon
Napoleon
Composer
Darryl "Big D" Harper
Darryl "Big D" Harper
Composer
Katari Terrance Cox
Katari Terrance Cox
Lyrics
Malcolm Greenidge
Malcolm Greenidge
Lyrics
Mutah W Beale
Mutah W Beale
Lyrics
Rufus Lee Cooper
Rufus Lee Cooper
Lyrics
Tupac Amaru Shakur
Tupac Amaru Shakur
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Makaveli
Makaveli
Producer
Tommy D. Daugherty
Tommy D. Daugherty
Recording Engineer
Lance Pierre
Lance Pierre
Additional Engineer
Darryl "Big D" Harper
Darryl "Big D" Harper
Producer

Lyrics

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 Why explain the game? Niggas 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 niggas 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's flashin my jewelry You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely 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 holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti Unload it. Cuz niggas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you Mercy to this 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. Scheam wit 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 Niggas 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 cuz 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 and outlaw City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe I'm from the state of car theives. 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 halfs wit no straps, jack It's on to bounce back And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style? Get this grip wit hollows to get cha Snip wit clippers. Get the picture? I wrote my life down like a scripture And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely Where ain't nobody holy. A matter of a fact, we unholy Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too? on a land hell Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be managed To plan shit. 6 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 and a hand like we freakin Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self 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, cuz it is Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw Eh, Noble 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 till 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? Hide your stash Beware foolin marks And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's belly And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty
Writer(s): Rufus Lee Cooper, Katari T. Cox, Marvin Darrell Harper, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Mutah W. Beale, Malcolm R. Greenidge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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