Tupac Life of an outlaw Lyrics

In the life we live as thugs,
Everbody f___in wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man.
Ridin wit my gun in hand.

Why explain the game? n____s ain't listenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat,
Then stay the f___ out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas plenty s___e.
Have these b____ n____s snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns found daily.
The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin
dope.
They backwards, make tracks 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 n____s knew me. Truely effective.
The s___ you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish,
b____.
Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam.
It seems n____s ain't recognize my team.
Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to
confetti.
Unload it. Cuz n____s ain't ready. The life of an outlaw.

[Chorus repeats]

Code 3. Attack formation. Pull out your pistols.
Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this 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. Scheam wit 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.
n____s ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never
surrender.
Death is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out.
f___ the world cuz this is how they made me.
Scarred but still breathin.
Believe in me and you could see the victory.
A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me?
Life of and outlaw.

[Chorus repeats]

City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe.
I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street.
Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime
scene.
Mobb Deep. This n____ from behind tryin to creep.
No halfs wit no straps, jack.
It's on to bounce back.
And an ounce so fat, they s_____ my style ?
Get this grip wit hollows to get cha.
Snip wit clippers. Get the picture?
I wrote my life down like a scripture.

And I'm still on 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 ?? on a land
hell.
Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down,
scandalouz
Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be
managed.
To plan s___. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted.
Approved to go on swole and now I got it.

Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro
sleepin.
Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak.
While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self.
No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, outta time. You're all
blind.
Some kind of life of mine Kato don't mind.
Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is.
Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an
outlaw.
Eh, Noble.
What's up n____.
Would you die for me, n____?
Hell yeah.
Would you kill for me?
On my grandmother, n____.
Ah yo.
What's up.
Let's ride on them stupid b____es right now.
Watch out.

Well now they all say they roaches and parasites.
Snakes and all they might
Thug Life break night.
Drink till we fist fight.
Life or death. But you can't win with a vest.
But there won't be no breathing for the reason
Punk b____ on your breath.
I see day is dark and I admit it's dark.
So chase ?
Beware foolin marks.
And yo, Makaveli, give me them bullets that was left for PO's
belly.
And let me bust back to them n____s till they all sweaty.

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2pac:

Porqué he de explicar de que se trata este juego
si los negros no están escuchando, atrapados en posiciones
si las víctimas no aguantan el calor
que se mantengan fuera de la cocina
estos sicarios ya no están de mi lado, me ven enojado
e incomodo, les dejo el camino libre a los inútiles
y tengo a estos negros de mierda delatándome
dónde estamos ahora? Las armas las llevamos a diario
de seguro que los federales desearían culparme finalmente
de vender droga, pero están equivocados
me dedico a hacer música, disparando cada vez que rapeo
ataco y mis palabras son conocidas porque explotan al contacto
soy extremo en ocasiones, enceguecido por mi pasión y mi furia
miren como me burlo de mi competencia,
mientras voy mostrándoles el brillo de mis joyas
si me conocieran bien se quedarían callados, soy muy efectivo
las cosas que han escuchado no me harán justicia
y tengo un deseo de morir, perra
corre, enfréntame y rastréame con una mira infrarroja
parece que estos negros no conocen a mis colegas
nadie te va a respaldar, esta canción explota como confeti
descargo mi arma, porque estos negros no están listos
es la vida de un forajido...

Coro:

En esta vida vivimos como criminales
todo el mundo quiere jodernos, puedes ver
que no es fácil ser un hombre
que va siempre con su arma en la mano...
Código 3, formación de ataque, saquen sus pistolas
y pongan el ojo en los malvados, porque se mueren por atraparte
piedad para este hombre que va gritando Kamikaze!
con mi arma automática hago correr a todos mis enemigos
a quién podré llamar cuando este sangrando herido?
de hecho esta posibilidad no esta muy lejana
la droga me hace odiar a los adictos,
hago planes con mi equipo, son solo unos pocos elegidos
mis enemigos son victimas de explosiones
acérquense y exhalaran mucho humo
mis recuerdos se desvanecen rápido, soy esclavo del dinero
acelero, ataco, disparo y luego huyo
no me mires ahora, dime como te gusta, rudo
estos negros no están listos para la ira de los OUTLAWZ
nunca nos rendimos,
la muerte para mi es para mantenerme libre
estoy criminalizado
que se joda el mundo, porque así es como me hicieron,
estoy lleno de cicatrices pero sigo respirando,
así que si crees en mi podrás ver la victoria
soy un guerrero con muchas joyas, puedes imaginarme?
La vida de un forajido...