2Pac Ft Young Tucc - Life Of An Outlaw (DJ Veli Remix) | Текст песни

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• 2Pac Ft Young Tucc
• Life Of An Outlaw (DJ Veli Remix)

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.

In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set, and watch 'em ride
Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die, in this life I lead
Fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed...
When you see me nigga holla my set, and watch 'em ride
Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die, in this life I lead

I want money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce
Movin my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts
Bustas is jealous and half these niggaz is punks
They runnin off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump
They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary
Why you frontin like you really bad-ass, nigga you scary
I been knowin you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high
I was itchin to kill, and you was, ready to die
Why you bullshittin, niggaz was dyin and catchin cases
Bustin my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places
Leavin no trace, they see my face and they buried
Them bitches die in a hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride, and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfuckers die
It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga it's how it is
Homey got into a fight last night, that killed his kids

In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set, and watch 'em ride
Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die, in this life I lead
Fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed...
When you see me nigga holla my set, and watch 'em ride
Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die, in this life I lead

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