Lyrics:
cracks is a way to get by
There's nothin else a nigga can do
And fuck the police because they only protect you
You wouldn't understand unless you was
afternoon affair
Settle for less by losing the day
Vendetta for your rage
Off balance perception of disgrace
The overbearing of consequences
Over dramatized
return to tell you my tale
I'll sing of gunsmoke and blood-stained sails
Stand by my shipmates
We will not fall
Jolly Jack Tars, brave men and all
own trucks, with my own house, with my own chick
I don't want nothing of y'alls
And by me saying that with the numbers I got
They say it takes big
Oh you who hail from Ontario
Know the tale of the Donnelly's Oh
Died at the hands of a mob that night
Every child and man by the oil torch
Oh you who hail from Ontario
Know the tale of the Donnelly's Oh
Died at the hands of a mob that night
Every child and man by the oil torch
scream while the cadence quiver
Qualified not by the impatiens hanging off the window sill
But by the impatience incubated thru the growth in self
Trowel
a God in the sky whose into listening
But a slice of that Devils Pie aroma lingering
I'm Fingering this trigger guard
Surrounded by blunts like they
the underground
Cuz all the dirt's above us
Stay filthy until the day they kill me
Rather be carried by six
Than judged by twelve, that's guilty
We still ridin'
when he appears, the secrets unfold
Mystery of the lonesome rider - the tide has turned
Mystery of the lonesome rider - an outlaw has returned
Mystery
and number
All but the outlaw jack of diamonds
And the aces in the sky
He give his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by
the back by mornin'
Outlaws on the run
Faster than a stolen gun
Tied naked to the trees
Killed so gruesomely
Burnin' tents to the ground
Cops won't
Among the possessions of an outlaw of a low class kind
Is this little bottle of French perfume
Taken as a last thought from a drug store in
an army face and number
All but the outlaw Jack of Diamonds
And the aces in the sky
He give his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
just been a belly flopper
For all my outlaw renegades
Ripping up them backroads
Put up your rebel flag
Whip it like a lasso, like a lasso,
Like
[echo]
Forever ghetto
Necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggas
Never left the boot camp
[Verse 2: BuckShot & Cocoa Brovas]
I'm a nigga for
Eyes on the terminal, eyes on the door
We are ghosts and shadows, decks on the floor
The patch is good, signals five by five
We are jackin' in, I
on my mama
I'ma bring a bunch of pain, to every nigga bringing drama
Motherfuckers try to do me, but they far from ready
I do you niggas by myself, cause
And gettin' away with it
Let that shit rip, Slay
Yeah
I was down with Biggie but you know I'm an outlaw
Shot a nigga, rode out the pot playin' Outlawz
But a trace of me i'm just livin' my life
Momma taught me wrong from right
No apologies, I'm alright, livin' free
It's just the outlaw in me
I know I'm
I was raised by a whore and bandit
I got shot on my horse in the canyon
I was five when I learned how to gamble
Burnt the whole house down with
Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas,
His face was burnt deep by the sun,
Part history, part sage, part mesquit,
He was there when Poncho Villa was
Yo yo
What up
One luv
One thug
Know what y'all mutha fuckas need?
What we need nigga?
Know what America need?
What do America need?
A Outlaw
of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no
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