2Pac – Life Of An Outlaw ft Outlawz

Multi-Talented American musical artiste, Tupac Shakur join efforts with Outlawz to create this awesome song titled “Life Of An Outlaw”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 06 on his top charting album project called “The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory” was officially released on 5 November 1996.

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LYRICS

In the life we live as thugs

Everybody fuckin’ with us so can’t you see

It’s hard to be a man

Ridin’ with my guns in hand

 

[2Pac:]

Why explain the game

Niggas ain’t listenin’, stuck in positions

If victims can’t stand the heat then stay the fuck out the kitchen

Half these busters switchin’, lookin’ at me mean

Itchin’, givin’ suckers plenty space

Have these bitch niggas snitchin’

Where are we now, guns found daily

The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me

For sellin’ dope they backwards

Make track burst, whenever I rap

Attack

Words bein’ known to explode on contact

Extreme at times

Blinded by my passion and fury

Look at me laugh at my competition’s flashin’ my jewelry

You’d stay silent if you niggas knew me

Truely effective

The shit you heard ain’t do me justice

Got a death wish, bitch

Run but face, being traced, by the infrared beam

It seems niggas ain’t recognize my team

Ain’t nobody holdin’ you back, explode the track to confetti

Unload it

Cause niggas ain’t ready

The life of an outlaw

 

In the life we live as thugs

Everybody fuckin’ with us so can’t you see

It’s hard to be a man

Ridin’ with my guns in hand

 

[2Pac:]

Code 3

Attack formation

Pull out your pistols

Keep an eye out for the devils cause they itchin’ to get you

Merciless madman screamin’ kamikaze in tongue

Automatic gunfire makin’ all my enemies run

Who should I call when I’m shot and bleedin’

Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream

Dope got me hatin’ fiends

Scheme with my team, just a chosen few

My foes victim of explosives

Come closer

Exhale the fumes

We got memories fadin’ fast

A slave for cash

Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash

Don’t look now. How you like it, raw

Niggas ain’t ready for the wrath of the outlaws

Never surrender

Death before dishonor, stay free

I’m thugged out

Fuck the world cause this is how they made me

Scarred but still breathin’

Believe in me and you could see the victory

A warrior with jewels

Will you picture me?

Life of and outlaw

 

In the life we live as thugs (no doubt)

Everybody fuckin’ with us (yes!), so can’t you see (life of an outlaw)

It’s hard to be a man (soldiers in position, attack formation)

Ridin’ with my guns in hand

(No retreat, no surrender)

 

[Young Noble:]

City under siege

It’s like I can’t even breathe

I’m from the state of car thieves

G, deep from the street

Plenty beef

I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene

Mobb peep

This nigga from behind tryin’ to creep

No half-wits, no straps, jack

It’s on to bounce back

An ounce of wrath so bad,it snatched my style on death

Tell the reaper I was sent to get ya

Snip with clippers

Get the picture

I wrote my life down as a scripture

[E.D.I. Mean:]

And still I’m lost in the land of the lonely

Where ain’t nobody holy

A matter of a fact, we unholy

Everybody livin’ soley for themselves

Too high strung to lend help

To somebody who be needin’ it

You know we lost hope and we needin’ it

Wit’ the evil it’s forever

But it might be low down, scandalous

Like a tramp is

All for the street fame on how to be managed

To plan shit

6 months in advanced to what we plotted

Approved to go on swole and now I got it

 

[Kastro:]

Uh, crack my window

Knowin’ they’d love to catch Kastro sleepin’

Attach a strap under my pillow hand to hand like we freakin’

Creepin’ deep into mornin’

Peepin’ out the weak while they yawnin’

And let my clout speak for itself

No doubt

Outlaw

Outta my mind, outta time

You’re all blind

Some kind of life of mine if K-Dog don’t mind

Findin’ it funny, matter of fact, cause it is

Perhaps finally I’ll adapt to it over the years as an outlaw

 

[(2Pac) Napoleon:]

(Eh, Napoleon)

What’s up, nigga?

(Would you die for me, nigga?)

Hell yeah

(Would you kill for me, nigga?)

On my grandmother, nigga

(Ah yo)

What’s up

(Let’s ride on them stupid bitches right now

Watch out)

 

[Napoleon:]

Well, now they all say that vultures and parasites

Snakes are all alike

Thug life break night

Drink ’til we fist fight

Life or death. But you can’t win with a vest

But there won’t be no breathin’ for the reason

Punk bitch on your breath

I see day is dark and I admit it’s dark

So chase the air hide your stash

Beware from [?] marks

And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

And let me bust back to them niggas ’til they all cold and sweaty

 

In the life we live as thugs

Everybody fuckin’ with us so can’t you see

It’s hard to be a man

Ridin’ with my guns in hand

In the life we live as thugs

Everybody fuckin’ with us so can’t you see

It’s hard to be a man

Ridin’ with my guns in hand

In the life we live as thugs

Everybody fuckin’ with us so can’t you see

It’s hard to be a man

Ridin’ with my guns in hand

In the life we live as thugs

Everybody fuckin’ with us so can’t you see

It’s hard to be a man

Ridin’ with my guns in hand