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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
Vocals
Big Syke
Big Syke
Vocals
E.D.I
E.D.I
Vocals
Hussein Fatal
Hussein Fatal
Vocals
Kastro
Kastro
Vocals
Mopreme Shakur
Mopreme Shakur
Vocals
Napoleon
Napoleon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
2Pac
Songwriter
Mark Jordan
Mark Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Pooh
DJ Pooh
Producer
Rick Clifford
Rick Clifford
Recording Engineer
Alvin McGill
Alvin McGill
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Aron
Dave Aron
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Outlaw Immortalz Bow down to somethin' greater than yourself, trick Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls, they know You watchin', but you ain't seein' what lies before you, beatch Picture if you will, seven deadly human beings Blessed with the gift of speech, the power to reach each nigga on every street May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud Of what transpired since the day the seed was planted The G grew, but we knew he'd rise up quick Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit Just me and my dogs livin' like hogs, Outlaw Immortalz What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue What lies between is the fiction, don't fuck around and make it true My adversaries crumble when we rumble, it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli, a loaded 357 with hollow points to a nigga belly Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around With a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run Best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table I'm robbin' ya niggaz cradle wit' a knife in your navel Rap-related criminally activated and evil I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin' Desert Eagle 'Til the end, I'm tellin' all friends and enemies You see what I got to make you freeze To touch me, you need ten of these Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo I be shinin' like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin' holdin' pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro Blast and I'ma last yo' past all these Glass Joes And assholes who claim, like they be runnin' thangs I be gunnin' those same niggaz runnin' late, to their fate My alias is motherfuckin' Napoleon, and I'd rather be Robbin' again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin' But the shit ain't nothin', and I got no time for no bluffin' Befo' a nigga finish with puttin' in work, I betta end up with somethin' I think these niggaz got the game fucked up If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin' cases, fuck probation Is what I'm screamin' when these money hungry cops be chasin' Thug nigga 'til we die, no mercy on these playa Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride Thug nigga 'til we die, no mercy on these playa Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets Rag Vette's, shakin' bitches and snitches and trippin' on sets Ingle-Watts banger, keepin' one in the chamber For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin' no end to revenge Fuck any, my alias Mussolini (uh, yeah) They call me Idi, from the side of seedy Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin' up on these niggaz easy It ain't nuttin', 'cause if they wantin' somethin' So, I'ma commence to dumpin' stomp down And struck up while my beat is bumpin', thuggin' To my fuckin' last nut, with Lo-Pole and Kastro Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though Outlaw Immortalz doin' this dit-nirt on the sli-zow Ain't no chance to hide when we ride My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so Feds can't copy Six-three and cocky, quick to hit your bitch if she drop me Severely addicted to livin' like a fuckin' felon While beefin' with rookie cops, the cookie rocks a nigga sellin' Since a short, I been livin' life defiant, nickel plated chrome Got this baby Capone lookin' like a giant, and I ain't lyin' It's like it's me against myself with all these Backstabbin' snakes grabbin' at my fuckin' wealth Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers I'm that nigga with the 50 cap pouch, with the murderous stacks That increase, while these motherfucker's eat beef It's been a long road, a lot of episodes And as the Glock loads, I gotta teach hoes Reach hoes, make 'em feel a nigga when I'm mashin' Now I'm surpassin' any assassin Thug nigga 'til we die, no mercy on these playa Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride Thug nigga 'til we die, no mercy on these playa Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride Thug nigga 'til we die, no mercy on these playa Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride Thug nigga 'til we die, no mercy on these playa Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride Outlaw Immortalz, baby (what?) Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol' crazy shit (can't see me, can't see me) Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini Amin, Naploleon, Khomani, what y'all really wanna do? Like them niggaz said, "What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew" Thug Life, yeah, nigga Flashin' on niggaz Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life But we Outlaw Immortalz We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga Like I'll make you famous motherfuckers I'm talkin' about Newsweek and Time Magazine And all that ol' good shit My niggas make the papers, baby My niggas make the front page Multiple gunshots, execution style, wild shit They ain't knowin', we out, nigga
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Bruce Washington, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Mark S. Jordan, Yafeu A. Fula Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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