Testo Outlaw - 2Pac feat. Dramacydal
Testo della canzone Outlaw (2Pac feat. Dramacydal), tratta dall'album Me Against The World
That's right, nigga, you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker
I ain't mad at ya at all (damn)
Ayo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up, RahRah?
Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfuckin' Outlaw
That's right, nigga, housin' these hoes, you feel me?
A'ight, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got to do that shit, keepin' it real nigga or what?
Keepin' it real
How old are you, nigga?
I'm 11
'Cause all I see is, murder, murder, my mind state
Preoccupied with homicide, tryna 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, bitches sin too
In fact, they be the reasons niggas get to bleedin' (what?)
Pull 'n' fuckin' fire when I leave 'em, you shoulda seen 'em
Hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch) and foes 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 (word)
Causin' motherfuckers to bleed, they'll label me a
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (they came in to sin)
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (dear God, I wonder could you save me?)
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 niggas in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail?
Shit'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 niggas die, murder without a motive
By makin' motherfuckers fry
Got me runnin' from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops (c'mon)
Helicopters tryna hover over niggas 'til we drop
Got no time for the court, my only thought is open fire
Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, 'cause she's a liar
Now it's time to expire
I see the judge, spray the bitch (you guilty, nigga, you)
"Motherfuckers 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
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (they came in to sin)
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (dear God, I wonder could you save me?)
Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be
My mob'll be doin' robberies
And stickups on these wannabes (make money, nigga, make money)
I witnessed niggas lose they chest
For ordinary reasons, niggas bodies put to rest
So I just swallow my Beck's and holla, "Fuck 'em!"
And if I'm next, just let a nigga step with somethin'
I ain't fearin' nuttin'
Young and thuggin', prepared for bustin' if that's my destiny
Ready for whatever, see you niggas can't get the best of me
(Hold me down), definitely no need for askin'
(Now he mashin'), top speed (smokin' weed) laughin' (biotch) (fuck it!)
'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 niggas sprayin' up my block
Tryin' to take my wealth
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?)
Fuck the judge, I gotta grudge
Punk police, niggas run the streets
It ain't nuttin' but music, shit's changed
1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers actin' less than G's
Stop bein' a playa-hater, be a innovator, nigga
Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger
Be a real motherfucker, keep it real pack that steel
'Cause you know these streets is real ill
Muhfuckers wanna see me in my casket
Jealous, motherfuckin' bastards
I never die, thug niggas multiply
'Cause after me is Thug Life, baby
Then the young thugs
Then the youngest thug of all, my nigga RahRah!
Credits
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Katari T. Cox, Mutah W. Beale, L. Maurice Stewart, Malcolm R. Greenidge, Yafeu A. Fula
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