Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ 2Pac Feat The Outlawz - Life Of An Outlaw ------------------------------------------ In the life we live as thugs, Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man Riding with my guns in hand [Verse 1 - Tupac] Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin Stuck in position If victims can't stand the heat Then stay the fuck out the kitchen Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean Itchin, givin suckas plenty space Have these bitch niggas snitchin Where are we now? Guns found daily The feds drill me and hope that they could finally nail me, for sellin dope They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap Attack words being known to explode on contact Extreme at times Blinded by my passion and fury Look at me laugh at my competition, flashin my jewelry You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me Truly effective The shit you heard ain't do me justice Got a death wish, bitch Run up, face me and trace wit an infra-red beam It seems niggas ain't recognize my team Ain't nobody holdin you back Explode the track to confetti Unload it Cuz niggas ain't ready The life of an outlaw [Chorus] In the life we live as thugs, Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man Riding with my guns in hand [Verse 2 - Tupac] Code 3 Attack formation Pull out your pistols Keep an eye out for the devils cause they itchin to get you. Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue Automatic gunfire making all my enemies run Who should I call when I'm shot and bleedin? Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream. Dope got me hatin fiends Scheme wit my team Just a chosen few My foes victims of explosives Come closer, exhale the fumes We got memories, fadin fast A slave for cash Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash Don't look now How you like it, raw Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws Never surrender Death before dishonor Stay free I'm thugged out Fuck the world cause this is how they made me Scarred but still breathin Believe in me and you could see the victory A warrior in jewels Can you picture me? Life of and outlaw [Chorus] In the life we live as thugs, Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man Riding with my guns in hand [Verse 3] Young Noble City under siege It's like I can't even breathe I'm from the state of car thieves G, deep from the street Plenty beef I play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene Mobb Deep This nigga from behind tryin to creep No halfs wit no straps, j It's on to bounce back And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style off that Get this grip wit hollows to get cha Snip wit clippers Get the picture? I wrote my life down like a scripture EDI And I'm still on lost in the land of the lonely Where ain't nobody holy A matter of a fact, we unholy Everybody livin solely for themselves Too high strung to help Somebody need me You know we lost hope and we needin it Wit the evil it's forever But it might be low down, scandalouz like a tramp is All for the street fame on how to be managed To plan shit 6 months in advanced to what we plotted Approved to go on swole and now I got it [Kastro] And uh, un-crack my window Knowin they'd love to catch Kastro sleepin Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin Creepin deep into morning Peepin out the weak While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for itself No doubt Outlaw Outta my mind, outta time You're all blind Some kind of life of mine K-Dogg don't mind Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is Perhaps finally I look at that true over the years as an outlaw Tupac: Eh, Napoleon Napoleon: What's up nigga Tupac: Would you die for me, nigga? Napoleon: Hell yeah Tupac: Would you kill for me? Napoleon: On my grandmother, nigga Tupac: Ah yo Napoleon: What's up Tupac: Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now Watch out [Napoleon] Well now they all say they roaches and parasites Snakes are all alike Thug Life break night Drink till we fist fight Life or death But you can't win with a vest But there won't be no breathing for the reason Punk bitch on your breath I see day is dark and I admit it's dark So chase me now hide your stash But beware foolin marks And yo, Makaveli Give me them bullets that was left up in your belly And let me bust back on them niggas till they cold and sweaty [Chorus] 4x In the life we live as thugs, Everybody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man Riding with my guns in hand