Outlaw

(feat. Dramacydal)

Tupac
That's right nigg* you gotta get your papers in this motherfker
I ain't mad at ya at all (d*mn)
Aiyyo, what the fk you wanna be when you grow up RahRah?

RahRah nigg*, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfkin Outlaw
Tupac That's right nigg*, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you feel me?
RahRah Aight, knowhatI'msayin?
Tupac You got to do that s**t, keepin it real nigg* or what?
RahRah Keepin it real!
Tupac How old are you nigg*?
RahRah I'm eleven

Tupac
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 b*stards
Gunfire now they require maybe *MANY* closed caskets
Who can you blame? It's insane what we dare do
Witness an evil that these men do, girls in, too
In fact they be the reasons get to bleedin
Pull the fkin fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em
Hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) negroes 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 motherfkers to bleed, they'll label me a

Chorus
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (They came in to sin)
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (Dear God, I wonder could you save me?)

Tupac
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 keepin pictures of these b*stards
Excersisin, visualizin, everyone inside a casket
Picture me blasted, surrounded by in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail?
s**t's hard, who can you tell? Aand if we fail?
High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy? Uh
Drivebys and die, murder without a motive
by making motherfkers fry
Got me runnin from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops
Helicopters tryin to hover over til we drop
Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire
Hit the district attorney, but fk that b*tch, cause she's a lie
Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the b*tch
"Motherfkers is crooked," is what I scream, and hit the fence
I comense to get wicked, spittin rounds as the plot thickens
Never missin an early grave is my only mission
If I die, never worry, bury me beside my four-five
May God forgive me, I was high, label me a

Chorus

Dramacydal
Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be
My mob'll be doin robberies, and stickups on these wannabe's
I witnessed lose they chest
For ordinary reasons bodies put to rest
So I just.. sw*llow my Beck's and holla, "fk em!"
And if I'm next.. just let a nigg* step with somethin
I ain't fearin nuttin

Young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny
Ready for whatever, see you can't get the best of me
(hold me down) Definitely no need for askin
(now he mad) Top speed (smokin weed) blasted (biotch!)

Cause when I bust em they gonna shiver, the killers cry
Soldiers got bodies floatin in the river, what is they sayin?
Talkin bout prayin -- they need to stop, that ain't gon' help
These sprayin up my block, tryin to take my wealth

Chorus 2X

Tupac
fk the judge, I gotta grudge
Punk police, run the streets
Hahah, it ain't nuttin but muuuuzik
s**t's changed
1995 the game has changed, motherfkers is actin REAL strange
The rules is all rearranged
You got babies lyin dead in the streets
These punk police is crooked as me
but all I see is motherfkers actin less than G's
Stop bein a playa-hater, be a innovator nigg*
fk that s**t, don't be no entertainer and a stranger
Be a real motherfker keep it real pack that steel
Cause you know these streets is real deal
Muh'fkers wanna see me in my casket
Jealous, motherfkin b*stards
I never die, thug multiply
Cause after me is Thug Life baby
Then the young thugs
Then the youngest thug of all my nigg* RahRah