Tonart: Gb major
Verse 1
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They got my back on the wall
B
B
Back against the wall
B
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B
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Outlaw
B
Outlaw
Outlaw
Outlaw
Outlaw
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It's a whole lot of shit
B
Ain't my past life that I feel wrong for
But it's a new year and that
bullshit I ain't tryna go for
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If you want something,
B
you'd better do what's good for your heart
I'll leave your insides, your lungs,
and your backbone apart
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I've been wrong from the start,
Napoleon
If you think you're ready for more,
get the fuck on your mark
B
to fuck the shit I put your ass through
I see you stuck like glue, the opposite of
Pizzu
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I see you, and reach you,
B
I know the love ain't there
So go ahead, drink your beer,
and lie about how you care
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You couldn't survive this
B
motherfuckin' life of mine
You couldn't ride with
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Fruite, about to now to stop the line
B
You know I fuck your punk ass up
I'll take your cash and
throw your bitch ass in
Lil'
J's trunk
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For free warrants or custody,
B
or if it's your mom, stay mobbin'
Get your money on for bitches
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while the police keep droppin'
If you watch me
All think y pretty real,
When the freaks come out,
and the creeps come out, baby
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We all about the thug thang,
And I do this shit for love,
with a gun in my mouth
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All y niggas think y pretty real,
When the freaks come out,
and the creeps come out, baby
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We all about the thug thang,
And I do this shit for love,
with a gun in my mouth
MCs don't know me,
Lookin' like you saw a ghost when
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you saw us at the show
And shit, apparently,
y 'all niggas can't stand me
I love the buck that I had
Fuck you with the jammies,
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somethin', somethin',
Sammie
But I ain't hear what he said
B
Nigga, you walkin' on a thin line,
thinner than thread
B
sapling is a hole through the head
Supposed to be dead,
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but I ain't gon' shoot you again
Outlaw, motherfucker,
B
bring your nines and guns
Not long, but there's a temp,
so your time has come
B
remember how alive he was
Ain't no love, it ain't a war,
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if ain't no blood, what the fuck?
B
It's y 'all niggas scared of what?
You all can talk tough, but you scared to bust
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I touch your polite face
Lyrically and tongue -tied,
I'm literally tied up
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All y 'all niggas think y been real,
When the freaks come out,
and the creeps come out
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Baby, we all about to thug that,
And I'm doing shit for love,
with a gun in my mouth
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All y niggas think y been real,
When the freaks come out,
and the creeps come out
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Baby, we all about a thug that
And I do this shit for love,
we got it on top
but it costs to be the boss
B
So I'm struggling like a motherfucker,
gon' get what I want
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When I sit and think about the
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days I couldn't get paid
B
It sakes me quickly to a rage,
couldn't run to get my gauge
B
and they ain't gonna take it from me
I need my sanity, I'm badly slipping
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A#m
B
Wishing for war, is it all I have to live for?
I'm gon' make sure more
people eat at any cost
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Sending off the edge,
B
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ain't enough returning
B
I've been thugged out and rotten
When you're suffering, niggas, I ain't no
daft
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Pumping on the gas,
B
Sideways, doing it my way like
Usher
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So fuck ya, I'd rather slug it than love ya
B
I'll blow up like a motherfucker
Until I'm up by the head
You gotta know I don't care, oh yeah
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All y 'all niggas think y real
B
real ain't seen no night
When the freaks come out,
and the creeps come out
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Baby, we all up by the thug plane,
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B
the only way out
And I do this shit for love,
with a gun in my mouth
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All y 'all niggas think y 'all red red like
But the freaks come out,
and the creeps come out, baby
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We all about a thug thing,
And I do this shit for love,
with a gun in my mouth
The bottom of the deepest pit I sit
Thinkin' bout to come up,
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got my mind on gettin' mine
B
Nigga finna run up in the dope
Take it for the stash and the bag
Cause I'm sick of seein'
Brad doin' bad, so I'm comin' ag
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When it takes all in me,
B
I'm on a quest to get the chickens
Run up on my victims and get them
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I'll beat your nigga, they can't deny
B
I go from mine with my 9 o 'clock late
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Cause I ain't to die, I ain't to fly
B
I'm sending you to hell if I have to
I got this 12 pointed at you
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B
I'm dying hard so I'm hard to kill
And if you find yourself
caught up in my clutches
B
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Nigga guard your grill, got balls of steel
B
B
I introduce these niggas to the real life
B
And if you angry then you will die
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The real side, end of the road
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B
The cameras don't reload
B
B
You don't make another episode
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B
So rest your soul, understand me
Get what I'm talking bout
Tonight the freaks come out, baby
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