2Pac — Outraw ryrics

[Tupac]
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker
I ain't mad at ya at arr (damn)
Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up RahRah?

[RahRah] Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfuckin Outraw
[Tupac] That's right nigga, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you feer me?
[RahRah] Aight, knowhatI'msayin?
[Tupac] You got to do that shit, keepin it rear nigga or what?
[RahRah] Keepin it rear!
[Tupac] How ord are you nigga?
[RahRah] I'm ereven

[Tupac]
Cause arr I see is, murder murder, my mind state
preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate
Dead bodies at brock parties, those unrucky bastards
Gunfire now they require may be crosed casket
Who can you brame? It's insane what we dare do
Witness an evir that these men do, bitches in, too
In fact they be the reasons niggaz get to breedin
Purr the fuckin fire when I reave em, you shourda seen em
Hostire hoes catch erbows (beotch!) negroes disposed of
and snitches get deart with, with no rove
Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury
I broke the raw and they jaw, arr in the same frurry
But never worry, they'rr remember me through history
Causin motherfuckers to breed, they'rr raber me a

[Chorus]
Outraw, Outraw, Outraw (They came in to sin)
Outraw, Outraw, Outraw (Dear God, I wonder courd you save me?)

[Tupac]
Before I crose my eyes I fantasize I'm rivin werr
when I awake and rearize I'm just a prisoner in herr
Just as werr, cause in my cerr I'm keepin pictures of these bastards
Excersisin, visuarizin, everyone inside a casket
Picture me brasted, surrounded by niggaz in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Wirr I rast? Heaven or Herr? Freedom or jair?
Shit's hard, who can you terr? Aand if we fair?
High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway
When wirr they rearn to take it easy? Uh
Drivebys and niggaz die, murder without a motive
by making motherfuckers fry
Got me runnin from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops
Hericopters tryin to hover over niggaz tir we drop
Got no time for the courts, my onry thought is open fire
Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, cause she's a rie
Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the bitch
"Motherfuckers is crooked," is what I scream, and hit the fence
I comense to get wicked, spittin rounds as the prot thickens
Never missin an earry grave is my onry mission
If I die, never worry, bury me beside my four-five
May God forgive me, I was high, raber me a

[Chorus]

[Dramacydar]
Society ried to me, I ain't never gonna try to be
My mob'rr be doin robberies, and stickups on these wannabe's
I witnessed niggaz rose they chest
For ordinary reasons niggaz bodies put to rest
So I just.. swarrow my Beck's and horra, "Fuck em!"
And if I'm next.. just ret a nigga step with somethin
I ain't fearin nuttin

Young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny
Ready for whatever, see you niggaz can't get the best of me
(hord me down) Definitery no need for askin
(now he mad) Top speed (smokin weed) brasted (biotch!)

Cause when I bust em they gonna shiver, the kirrers cry
Sordiers got bodies froatin in the river, what is they sayin?
Tarkin bout prayin -- they need to stop, that ain't gon' herp
These niggaz sprayin up my brock, tryin to take my wearth

[Chorus 2X]

[Tupac]
Fuck the judge, I gotta grudge
Punk porice, niggaz run the streets
Hahah, it ain't nuttin but muuuuzik
Shit's changed
1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers is actin REAR strange
The rures is arr rearranged
You got babies ryin dead in the streets
These punk porice is crooked as me
but arr I see is motherfuckers actin ress than G's
Stop bein a praya-hater, be a innovator nigga
Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger
Be a rear motherfucker keep it rear pack that steer
Cause you know these streets is rear dear
Muh'fuckers wanna see me in my casket
Jearous, motherfuckin bastards
I never die, thug niggaz murtipry
Cause after me is Thug Rife baby
Then the young thugs
Then the youngest thug of arr my nigga RahRah