now tasting the rock Thinking of Pac and Yak So we mash blinded Gonna be Hell 4 a Hustla Till the gats find me And you can ask 1-2 He used to be on new
stay thuggin' it up. Lil' homie is you thuggin' or what? Throw ya dubz up, put em real high, East, West, Dirty South, North side, Outlaw pride. Chorus x 2
[2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)] We tradin
Wax and kill Fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot
It flows from the streets to athlete's Bangin' to track meets From Venus to Serina You know that we pack heat Gimmie mine! (Chorus: Krayzie Bone x2) Verse 2
O.G., from the families locked away Upstate behind bars up in Pelican Bay All the rappers, who lost their life in the struggle From Biggie Smalls, 2Pac
and screamin' I guess them nightmares as a child had me scared but left me prepared for awhile Is there another route for crooked outlaws that are
yo ass a heat flash Young Money boy, I'm on 03' cash Such a CEO, like my homie D-Dash Gas... we mash like Pac and the outlaws and we stand-up, and try
Young Money boy, I'm on 03' cash Such a CEO, like my homie D-Dash Gas... we mash like Pac and the outlaws and we stand-up, and try not to down-fall tryin
You waitin' for me to lose it I guess I'm just here for your amusement You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes It's like 2Pac never died
Say I'm Good, Some Say I'm Bad, Some Dont Say That, And, Some Say I'ma Sic, Thats Because, I'm Rappin On A Dead Mic Verse. 2: Abbaz Chiyad, Tha one
Hood, Some Say I'm Good, Some Say I'm Bad, Some Dont Say That, And, Some Say I'ma Sic, Thats Because, I'm Rappin On A Dead Mic Verse. 2: Abbaz Chiyad
your jeans Now it seems, it's check out time We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta go They label me an outlaw, so
niggas is crazy, but the fear is much greater, the inavater, dominator soul creater, out for the papers! since i was young i grew up in the streetlife {2pac
style, sounds like Makaveli The Don 2 Pac, my nigga So much trouble in the world nigga These niggas can't feel your pain Thug life, outlaw forever Oh
I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain We number 1 muthafucka, 'bout to do it again Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it 2 million every
understand the music It's too loud, it's too rowdy, it's too violent Let's ban all rap music (Outlawz) Ban Tupac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz ban 'em [Verse
Busting motherf**kers it's the thug in me Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit Then get to squealing Bitch made catching feeling Hahaha [Chorus X2] Outlaw