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? You know what I'm sayin'? You got to be that ***. You keepin' it real, nigga, or what? I'm keepin' it real. How old are you, nigga? I'm eleven. Cause all I see is murder, murder, my mind state. Be occupied with homicide, trying to survive through this crime rate. Dead bodies in block parties, those unlucky bastards. Gunfire, now they require many close casts. Who can you blame? It's insane what we did do. Witnessing 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'. Hops through hoes, catch elbows when 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 jawed, all in the same flurry. But never worry, they'll remember me through history. Causing mother***ers to bleed. They'll label me a outlaw, outlaw, outlaw. Cause they made a say. Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw. Damn, 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 a 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 cry. 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 save me? Society lied to me, I ain't ever gonna try to be. My mom would be doin' robberies and stick-ups on these lot of D's. I witnessed niggas lose they chest for ordinary reasons. Niggas bodies put to rest, so I jest. Swallow my becks and holla, *** 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' weed, blastin'. 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' up my blood. Try to take my will. Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw. They came in the city. Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw. Dear God, I wonder could you stay. Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw. They came in the city. Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw. Dear God, I wonder could you stay. *** 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 lying 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 you know these streets is real. 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. Then the young thugs, then the youngest thug of all. My nigga Rafa.