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Paul Arnold - Outlaw lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac & RahRah]
That's right n***a you gotta get your papers in this motherf**er
I ain't mad at ya at all (damn)
Aiyyo, what the f** you wanna be when you grow up RahRah?
n***a, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherf**in' Outlaw
That's right n***a, hahaha.. housin' these hoes, you feel me?
Aight, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got to do that sh**, keepin' it real n***a or what?
Keepin' it real!
How old are you n***a?
I'm eleven

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
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 many closed caskets
Who can you blame? It's insane what we been through
Witnessin' evil that these men do, b**hes sin too
In fact they be the reasons n***as get to bleedin'
Pull 'n' f**in' 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' motherf**ers to bleed, they'll label me a

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

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
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 bastards
Exercisin', visualizin', everyone inside a casket
Picture me blasted, surrounded by n***as in masks
Sent with the task to hara** and murder my a**
Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail?
sh**'s hard, who can you tell? And if we fail?
High speeds, and Thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy? Uh
Drive-by's and n***as die, murder without a motive
By makin' motherf**ers fry
Got me runnin' from these coward-a** crooked-a** cops
Helicopters tryna hover over n***as 'til we drop
Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire
Hit the district attorney, but f** that b**h, cause she's a liar
Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the b**h
"Motherf**ers is crooked," is what I scream, and hit the fence
I commence 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

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

[Verse 3: Dramacydal]
[Kadafi]
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 n***as lose they chest
For ordinary reasons n***as bodies put to rest

[Kastro]
So I just ... swallow my Beck's and holla, "f** 'em!"
And if I'm next ... just let a n***a step with somethin'
I ain't fearin' nuttin'

[EDI Amin(Kastro)]
Young and thuggin', prepared for bustin' if that's my destiny
Ready for whatever, see you n***as can't get the best of me
(hold me down) Definitely no need for askin'
(now he mashin') Top speed (smokin' weed) laughin' (biotch!)

[Napoleon]
Cause when I bust 'em they gonna shiver, the k**ers cry
Soldiers got bodies floatin' in the river, what is they sayin'?
Talkin' 'bout prayin'

[Kadafi]
They need to stop, that ain't gon' help
These n***as sprayin' up my block

[Napolean]
Tryin' to take my wealth

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

[Outro: 2Pac]
f** the judge, I gotta grudge
Punk police, n***as run the streets
Hahah, it ain't nuttin' but muuuusic
sh**'s changed
1995 the game has changed, motherf**ers 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 motherf**ers actin less than G's
Stop bein' a playa-hater, be a innovator n***a
f** that sh**, don't be no entertainer and a stranger
Be a real motherf**er keep it real pack that steel
Cause you know these streets is real ill
Muh'f**ers wanna see me in my casket
Jealous, motherf**in' bastards
I never die, thug n***as multiply
Cause after me is Thug Life baby
Then the young thugs
Then the youngest thug of all, my n***a RahRah!

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