[Tupac]
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers
up in this
motherfucker
I ain't mad at ya at all
Hey
yo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up Ra Ra?
[Rah Rah]
Nigga,
is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfucken outlaw
[Tupac]
That's right
nigga, hahaha, hustlin' these hoes, you feel me?
You gotta do
that shit, keepin' it real nigga or what?
[Rah Rah]
Keepin' it real!
[Tupac]
How
old are you nigga?
[Rah Rah]
I'm 11
[Verse 1]
Cause all I
see is
Murder murder, my mind state
Preoccupied with homicide
Tryin
to survive through this crime rate
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
Witnessing evil that these men do
Bitches
sin too
In fact they be the reasons niggas get to bleedin'
But I'll fuckin' fire when I
leave em
You shoulda seen em
Hostile hoes catch elbows and foes disposed
of
And snitches get dealt with, with no love
Body
bags of adversaries that I had to bury
I broke the law and they jaw
All
in the same flurry
But never worry they'll remember me through history
Causin'
motherfuckers to bleed
They'll label me an ...
Chorus
Outlaw,
Outlaw, Outlaw
They came into sin
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw
Dear God, I
wonder could you save me? [Verse
2]
Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin'
well
When I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell
Just as well
Cause
in my cell I'm keeping pictures of these bastards
Exercising, visualizing
Everyone
inside a casket
Picture me blasted
Surrounded by niggas in masks
Sent
with the 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 the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy?
Uh
Driveby's
and
niggas die
Murder without a motive while making motherfuckers fry
Got me
runnin' from these coward ass, crooked ass cops
Helicopters tryin' ta hover
over niggas till we drop
I got no time for the courts
My only thought is
open fire
Hit the district attorney
but fuck that bitch, cause she's a
lie
Now it's time to expire
I see the judge
Spray the bitch
Motherfuckers
is crooked is what I scream and hit the fence
I commence to get wicked
Spittin'
rounds as the plot thickens
Never missing an early grave is my only mission
If
I die
Never worry, bury me beside my .45
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 ? [Verse 3]
Society
lied to me
I ain't never gonna try ta be
My mob will be doin robberies
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 letta nigga step with somethin'
I
ain't fearin nothin' Young and thuggin'
Prepared for bustin' if that's my
destiny
Ready for whatever see you niggas can't get tha best of me
(Hold
me down)
Definitely no need for askin'
(Now we mashing)
Top speed
(Smokin
weed)
Blastin' (biotch)
Cause when I bust em they gon' shiver
The killers cry
Soldiers got bodies
floatin' in the river
What is they sayin?
Talkin'
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, Outlaw
(They came into sin)
Outlaw,
Outlaw, Outlaw
Dear God, I wonder could ya save me ?
[Tupac]
Fuck
the judge, I gotta grudge
Punk police, niggas run the streets
It ain't
nothen but muuusic
Shits changed
1995 the game has changed
Motherfuckers
is actin' real strange
The rules is all rearranged
We got babies lyin'
dead in the streets
These punk police is just as crooked as me
But all I see
is
mothafuckers actin' less than G's
Stop being a playa-hater
Be an innovator
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
Jealous, mothafuckin'
bastards
I'll never die
Thug niggas multiply
Cause after me is Thug
Life baby
Then the young thugs
Then the youngest thug of all
My nigga Ra
Ra (Gunshot) | 