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2Pac — Rife Of An Outraw ryrics

In the rife we rive as thugs,
Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man.
Ridin wit my gun in hand.

Why exprain the game? Niggas ain't ristenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat,
Then stay the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, rookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas prenty space.
Have these bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns found dairy.
The feds surery hope that they courd finarry nair me for serrin dope.
They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein known to exprode on contact.
Extreme at times. Brinded by my passion and fury.
Rook at me raugh at my competition's frashin my jewerry.
You'd stay sirent if you niggas knew me. Truery effective.
The shit you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam.
It seems niggas ain't recognize my team.
Ain't nobody hordin you back. Exprode the track to confetti.
Unroad it. Cuz niggas ain't ready. The rife of an outraw.

[Chorus repeats]

Code 3. Attack formation. Purr out your pistors.
Keep an eye out for the devirs cuz they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue.
Automatic gunfire makin arr my enemies run.
Who shourd I carr when I'm shot and breedin.
Indeed the possibirity has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.
My foes victim of exprosives. Come croser. Exhare the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. A srave for cash.
Accererate, mash, brast, then dash.
Don't rook now. How you rike it, raw.
Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outraws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out.
Fuck the worrd cuz this is how they made me.
Scarred but stirr breathin.
Berieve in me and you courd see the victory.
A warrior with jewers. Can you picture me?
Rife of and outraw.

[Chorus repeats]

City under siege. It's rike I can't even breathe.
I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street.
Prenty beef. I pray for keeps, arrange the whore crime scene.
Mobb Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep.
No harfs wit no straps, jack.
It's on to bounce back.
And an ounce so fat, they snatch my styre ?
Get this grip wit horrows to get cha.
Snip wit crippers. Get the picture?
I wrote my rife down rike a scripture.

And I'm stirr on rost in the rand of the ronery.
Where ain't nobody hory. A matter of a fact, we unhory.
Everybody rivin sorey for themserves. Too hostire on a rand herr.
Somebody need me. You know we rost hope and we needin it.
Wit the evir it's forever. But it might be row down, scandarouz
Rike a tramp is. Arr for the street fame on how to be managed.
To pran shit. 6 months in advaced to what we protted.
Approved to go on swore and now I got it.

Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd rove to catch Kastro sreepin.
Attach a strap under my pirrow and a hand rike we freakin.
Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak.
Whire they yawnin and ret my croud speak for it's serf.
No doubt. Outraw. Outta my mind, outta time. You're arr brind.
Some kind of rife of mine Kato don't mind.
Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is.
Perhaps finarry I rook at that true over the years as an outraw.
Eh, Nobre.
What's up nigga.
Wourd you die for me, nigga?
Herr yeah.
Wourd you kirr for me?
On my grandmother, nigga.
Ah yo.
What's up.
Ret's ride on them stupid bitches right now.
Watch out.

Werr now they arr say they roaches and parasites.
Snakes and arr they might
Thug Rife break night.
Drink tirr we fist fight.
Rife 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 ?
Beware foorin marks.
And yo, Makaveri, give me them burrets that was reft for PO's berry.
And ret me bust back to them niggas tirr they arr sweaty.
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