Lyrics:
takin' names, it's plain to see, I'm kickin' ass 'til my foot hurts
It's time to ride and I'm on the scene, all the way live, I'm on the beam
I'm rollin'
Houston, Slim Thug the Boss
The young Hogg out the North, that be running his mouth
Check my files, the Boss man do it G style
I live it write it,
Houston, Slim Thug the Boss
The young Hogg out the North, that be running his mouth
Check my files, the Boss man do it G style
I live it write it,
you surrounded
My deadest nigga Ha forty drinkin latino (se moreno!)
Who back down cops, escape like Larry Davis, couldn't live off minimum
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
Here lies the dead outlaws
Who lived one of the gang
Made a deal with pinkerton jesse
Told frank I'm goin' out with a bang shot
In the back
Straight out of Nashville, here's your next big star
He don't write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart.
Wears a cowboy hat,
loved the thrill of deadly games
Wanted
For the men he'd killed in vain
A thousand dollars cash on Billy's head
Hunted by a star
For the lives he'd
got yours wrong
You broke your religion
A sinner all along
Thought you'd leave lightly but you slammed the door
You don't live here anymore
I think
the sun begins to rise
and in the evening i can tell her feelings just by looking in her eyes
songbirds in the garden sing to her through frozen holidays
They say he’s a modern outlaw, but I still have remorse
Is being blind loving all which you cannot win?
Fighting for it all where no fight can begin?
time on ghetto streets
If you got beef you're ghosted by DNA
But my fam be like
Warriors come out and play
Family expects nothing back
And when you fall
Loon Taliboom and you know we live
Kom binne this spot is looking dope inside
House number 007 like goldeneye
Kaapstad naaier that’s who it’s hosted by
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
V.O.C.P.T
From the home of the g’s and the thugs
V.O.C.P.T
Kaapstad still spread love
I’ve always been an outlaw
The coloured Jesus all sins I will account
a modern outlaw, but I still have remorse
He was a man with a life
He had a child and wife
The past he wished to be run by
So, finding ease in the night
my
Feet carry me wherever the wind may blow
Got a guitar over my shoulder
A pistol in my holster i’m
Just an outlaw running
Running for wanting
Dear Pac if you can hear me
Speak, I really gotta know
Is there a heaven for a G?
Although we never met i'm feeling
Like I know you, you
Live
As death nears you sink deeper
In his reach as you're caressed
By the grim reaper
As my heat enters your flesh
You begin to meet up
With the same
of the outlaw
Live free and get paid (gang)
Ridin' round town, smoking dope
We smoking dope
LSD, THC, nigga, DMT, DMT (splash)
Ridin' round town and smoking
William the hero is gone murdered by the dragons hand
Robert the Bruce an outlaw took over the command
Rebellion is the only choice we had
A legend
Life is just going so quickly, I can't catch it
I don't think anyone can
I met the devil in the hills last night
I was driving by myself, alone
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