Lyrics:
Hello I'm the jaunty freak
Outlaw with the raw unfiltered speech
Tight jaw, with the gritted teeth
Spiked claws, with the vicious- never miss a beat
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
can't have any fun
No, you can't settle down livin' life on the run
Livin' like an outlaw, you gotta live by the gun
You can't fly too close to the sun,
Live in this muthafucker!
Thug Pound, biatch!
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, EDI, Kastro, Hussein
You know, bitch
The whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit
soul
Though we live in a world of sin
That's the element that draws us in
Drink up. You're an outlaw
And we two the Jolly Roger flag
We rather live
I've come back in your life
You can't be without me for long
Running through the signs
You just wanna be the outlaw
And that's fine, come aboard
I'm
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
them mixtapes y'all droppin'
Make sure you bring it trying to get with me
Bring it live nigga worldwide feel it!
(Don't forget to talk)
You heard it
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
thoughts on the war
Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by
Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI
Why try if ya body lie
By the block
I'm a outlaw, on a high horse
My conscience ain't got no remorse
With a sidekick, riding shotgun
Who gone shoot it out if the cops come
Got
so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That's why they whisper when they see me point and stare at me
the bankers and the lawyers and the merchants of grief
Who could now pray on Sunday and then prey on the weak
Untroubled by outlaws with a moral critique
Then
Chase freedom in the wind
It's always been that my hero's were outlaws
Burning down the street with a throttle grip in the hand
To live and die by a code
the showdown high noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon
Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya
Ride out
How we used to live tells me we existed
On the dusty side of the bed learning to live
No two-ways about it love was not a swear word
All those years
of pretend
Like the cowboy game, where the boy is the sheriff
And Biff is the bandit king
It always seemed to end
With the outlaws down in the jail
By
Another day another shot
Will to live I ain't got
Tired of evenness I am
I want to roam free, baby
I saw the girl as pod
She was sent by the punk god
Blood runs cold, warm winds blow
The dust picks up and we're alone
They can't see us through the storm
By your side runnin' for our lives
From
wings
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They
the ones that Pac left (uh-huh)
We bang thug life, outlaw
Cause that's our job (yeah, yeah)
We backed by the Mob
And we hittin these niggaz hard
So what?
Temperatures rises, niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats, niggas shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
ORIGINAL RIDERS, BROUGHT TOGETHER
UNITED BY A COMMON SENSE OF LOVE
ORIGINAL OUTLAWS, ORIGINAL RIDERS
BROUGHT TOGETHER BY A COMMON SENSE OF LOVE
WE LIVE
off-my ass
well i'll die slow
but i'll live fast
chorus
and i don't give a damn about a greenback dollar
spend it as fast as i can
no i don't give
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