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letra de outlaw - 2 pac


that’s right n-gg- you gotta get your papers in this motherf-cker
i ain’t mad at ya at all (d-mn)
aiyyo, what the f-ck you wanna be when you grow up rahrah?

[rahrah] n-gg-, is you stupid, i wanna be a motherf-ckin outlaw
[tupac] that’s right n-gg-, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you feel me?
[rahrah] aight, knowhati’msayin?
[tupac] you got to do that sh-t, keepin it real n-gg- or what?
[rahrah] keepin it real!
[tupac] how old are you n-gg-?
[rahrah] i’m eleven

cause all i see is, murder murder, my mind state
preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate
dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky b-st-rds
gunfire now they require may be closed casket
who can you blame? it’s insane what we dare do
witness an evil that these men do, b-tches in, too
in fact they be the reasons n-gg-z get to bleedin
pull the f-ckin fire when i leave em, you shoulda seen em
hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) negroes 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 jaw, all in the same flurry
but never worry, they’ll remember me through history
causin motherf-ckers to bleed, they’ll label me a

outlaw, outlaw, outlaw (they came in to sin)
outlaw, outlaw, outlaw (dear 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 h-ll
just as well, cause in my cell i’m keepin pictures of these b-st-rds
excersisin, visualizin, everyone inside a casket
picture me blasted, surrounded by n-gg-z in masks
sent with the task to har-ss and murder my -ss
will i last? heaven or h-ll? freedom or jail?
sh-t’s hard, who can you tell? aand if we fail?
high speeds, and thai weed on the freeway
when will they learn to take it easy? uh
drivebys and n-gg-z die, murder without a motive
by making motherf-ckers fry
got me runnin from these coward–ss crooked–ss cops
helicopters tryin to hover over n-gg-z til we drop
got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire
hit the district attorney, but f-ck that b-tch, cause she’s a lie
now it’s time to expire, i see the judge, spray the b-tch
“motherf-ckers is crooked,” is what i scream, and hit the fence
i comense 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-five
may god forgive me, i was high, label me a


society lied to me, i ain’t never gonna try to be
my mob’ll be doin robberies, and stickups on these wannabe’s
i witnessed n-gg-z lose they chest
for ordinary reasons n-gg-z bodies put to rest
so i just.. swallow my beck’s and holla, “f-ck em!”
and if i’m next.. just let a n-gg- step with somethin
i ain’t fearin nuttin

young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that’s my destiny
ready for whatever, see you n-gg-z can’t get the best of me
(hold me down) definitely no need for askin
(now he mad) top speed (smokin weed) blasted (biotch!)

cause when i bust em they gonna shiver, the killers cry
soldiers got bodies floatin in the river, what is they sayin?
talkin bout prayin — they need to stop, that ain’t gon’ help
these n-gg-z sprayin up my block, tryin to take my wealth

[chorus 2x]

f-ck the judge, i gotta grudge
punk police, n-gg-z run the streets
hahah, it ain’t nuttin but muuuuzik
sh-t’s changed
1995 the game has changed, motherf-ckers is actin real strange
the rules is all rearranged
you got babies lyin dead in the streets
these punk police is crooked as me
but all i see is motherf-ckers actin less than g’s
stop bein a playa-hater, be a innovator n-gg-
f-ck that sh-t, don’t be no entertainer and a stranger
be a real motherf-cker keep it real pack that steel
cause you know these streets is real deal
muh’f-ckers wanna see me in my casket
jealous, motherf-ckin b-st-rds
i never die, thug n-gg-z multiply
cause after me is thug life baby
then the young thugs
then the youngest thug of all my n-gg- rahrah