I'm a motherfuckin' outlaw, law Don't look at me like that is not my fault That's what happens when fellas like me starve Demand attention with a 4-4 long Hammer side flowin', fluently spittin' flames Lickin' guns on my hips, similar to Jesse James Goin' against the grain to leave your shirt stained Now, why you tucked it in for? I don't want that piece of *** chain All I want is what's rightfully mine Give me what I need, everything'll be fine You over there, go get my cash Bring it right back, put it in my bag See the nigga play the thing in my hand See what can happen to a normal man When he all stressed out and he got a poppin' Listen, look, I turned into a pro I'm a motherfuckin' outlaw, law Don't look at me like that is not my fault That's what happens when fellas like me starve Demand attention with a 4-4 long I'm a motherfuckin' outlaw, law The type to run up in a jewelry store Tell everybody, let's get on the floor Move a muscle and you won't walk no more Wait, hold on, no need to get paranoid No need for the fussin' and screamin' No need to call up the posh I'm just expressin' how I'm feelin' Put it all in a song But if you thinkin' that can't happen That's where you're dead wrong A lot of starvin' goin' on round here In the ghetto, it's a threat So if you ain't gonna give it I'ma take it, settle for nothin' less I got to eat good to sleep good I've been good, now I'm bad And gettin' ugly like Clint Eastwood I'm a motherfuckin' outlaw, law Don't look at me like that is not my fault That's what happens when fellas like me starve Demand attention with a 4-4 long I'm a motherfuckin' outlaw, law The type to run up in a jewelry store Tell everybody, let's get on the floor Move a muscle and you won't walk no more Sinkin' tired of hunger pain and stomach touchin' my back Sinkin' tired of 95 and payin' these fuckers tax Ain't nothin' you can tell me that's gonna put me at ease So apply, ain't a scheme, no to my magazine Body armor, my frame, throw on my bulletproof hat Bandana in my face, I'm finna go get some stacks I know you thinkin' bout callin' up the law to come arrest me Well, you tell him this, bitch, I ain't scared Come and get me, here I am I'm a motherfuckin' outlaw, law Don't look at me like that is not my fault That's what happens when fellas like me starve Demand attention with a 4-4 long I'm a motherfuckin' outlaw, law The type to run up in a jewelry store Tell everybody, let's get on the floor Move a muscle and you won't walk no more