That's right, nigga. You gotta get your papers in this mother***er. I ain't mad at you at all. Hey, yo, what the *** you want to be when you grow up, Rara? Nigga, if you stupid, I want to be a mother***in' outlaw. That's right, nigga. Housin' these hoes, you feel me? I don't think so. You got to do that ***. You keepin' it real, nigga, or what? I'm keepin' it real. How old are you, nigga? I'm eleven. Those unlucky bastards. Gunfire, now they require many close casts. Who can you blame? It's insane what we've been through. Witness an evil that these men do. Bitches sin, too. In fact, they be the reasons niggas get to bleedin'. Full of ***in' fire when I leave em'. You shoulda seen em'. Hostile hoes catch elbows when foes disposed of. And snitches get dealt with, with no love. Body bags are 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' mother***ers to bleed. They'll label me a outlaw, outlaw, outlaw. They made me the same. Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw. Damn, God, I wonder could you save me? But 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? ***'s hard, who can you tell? And if we fail? High speeds and tied weed on the freeway. When will they learn to take it easy? Drive-bys and niggas die. Murder without a motive by makin' mother***ers fry. Got me runnin' from these coward ass, crooked ass cops. Helicopters tryin' to hover over niggas till we drop. Got no time for the court. My only thought is open fire. Hit the district attorney, but *** that bitch cause she's a liar. Now it's time to expire. I see the judge spray the bitch. Mother***ers is crooked is what I scream and hit the fence. I commits 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 fives. May God forgive me, I was high. Outlabel me a outlaw. Outlaw. Outlaw. Forgive me, listen. ***in' outlaw. Outlaw. Outlaw. Dear God, I wonder could you tell? Society lied to me. I ain't ever gonna try to be my mama. Be doin' robberies and stick-ups on these lot of D's. I witness niggas lose they chest. For ordinary reasons, niggas bodies put to rest. So I just swallow my becks and holler, *** em'. And if I'm next, just let a nigga step with somethin'. I ain't fearin' nothin'. 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 we mashin'. Top speed. Smokin', we blastin'. ***in'. Cause when I bust em', they gon' shiver. The killer squad 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' out my blood. Try to take my will. Outlaw. Outlaw. Outlaw. Outlaw. They came in the same. Outlaw. Outlaw. Outlaw. Dear God, I wonder could you save me. Outlaw. Outlaw. Outlaw. They came in the same. Outlaw. Outlaw. Outlaw. Dear God, I wonder could you save me. *** the judge, I got a grudge. Punk police. Niggas run the streets. It ain't nothin' but music. ***'s changed. 1995, the game has changed. Mother***ers is actin' real strange. The rules was all rearranged. We got babies lyin' dead in the streets. These punk police is as crooked as me. But all I see is mother***ers actin' less than G's. Stop bein' a player hater. Be an innovator, nigga. *** that ***. Don't be no entertainer and a stranger. Be a real mother***er. Keep it real. Pack that steel. Cause when I bust em', they gon' shiver. The killer squad soldiers got bodies floatin' in the river. What is they sayin'? Talkin' bout prayin'. They need to stop, that ain't gon' help. But all I see is mother***ers actin' less than G's. Stop bein' a player hater. Be an innovator, nigga. *** that ***. Don't be no entertainer and a stranger. Be a real mother***er. Keep it real. Pack that steel. Cause you know these streets is real deal. Mother***ers wanna see me in my casket. Jealous mother***in' bastards. I never die. Thug niggas multiply. Cause after me, it's thug life, baby. Than the young thugs. Than the youngest thug of all.