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Outlawz

Word it's like all we got left Teardrops and closed caskets Throw it up fool, hey nigga Tell me how you feel homie Yeah It took a week to go down, you

you know, how the story goes You took what I got left all in me First you came, now the Lord's callin me All in me, is what my Outlawz trained me And

the content of his character, they scared of you 22 million black in America, you better stand your area 75 percent population of the prison system, niggas listen Niggas listen, niggas listen, Outlawz

I feel you {uhh} (baby don't) But you can't, you can't give up {Hey 2Pac what?} Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up Even when the road is hard

a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy You crossed the game that the streets don't like And fuckin with the Outlawz will get you killed

we don't fake it Young Noble: Hey yo Life is what you make it We born to ball I'm warning y'all Why you think we born Outlawz Verse 2: Kastro (Edi)

Damn, I feel ya, turn, nope, don't nobody care These Outlawz feel y'all, yeah, don't nobody care (Yup) Sometime it get like that (When it feel like don

in the roughs of some niggaz They say gangstaz don't live that long, too many turn-coals That's fucked up, puttin' cuffs on your folks Coincidental the Outlawz

Yo, it's gettin' colder with time, Thug rollers with rhymes Gotta look out for the spineless, marchin' with mines Outlawz on the grind, in the back of