Lyrics:
There's the cutup the artist the sage and the outlaw
What every group has within
Cutup who jokes about most anything
Artists who sees from within
Hidden pistol in your pocket, no idea what you may have in store.
She’s an outlaw girl
Home on Friday night
An outlaw girl
With her daddy by her side
One love to my homeboys, death to my enemies
Bad boy killaz, Outlaw muthafuckin' Immortalz
You know what time it is when we ride
Thug niggas 'til
blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me truly effective
blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me truly effective
ranger
Everyone watched as he climbed from
His horse and walked by
Every eye dropped to the gun
Hanging low on his side
The silence was broken, the ranger
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
won't get hurt
I'm an outlaw and you just got burned
So put your hands up
High
This is a stick up
Get 'em up
Get 'em up
So put your hands up
High
This is
I'm a cowboy I'm an outlaw, half Cherokee half Chippewa,
I'm a six-string gunner on a Friday night
I'm eight months down and serving 20 to life.
I
done em
Never been one for the runnin, but i gotta now they say ima outlaw
Look at the kid, riding round town, feelin like Billy
Letting these shots off,
I'm an outlaw on the brink of self-implosion
Alone in a crowd on the corner
In my walkman, in a snowglobe
Goin' nowhere slow
I'm an outlaw by
Red after Texas Red
In that town there lived an outlaw
By the name of Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry
Men that tried before were dead
Red was
high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so
that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowin' my name
A young high strung thug
Nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in
the medicine man
He caught Runnin' Water in my hands
Drug me around by my headband
Said I wasn't her kind
'Cause I'm an Indian outlaw
Half Cherokee
or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
Let me get a outlaw
and shine when touched by the sun
And she loved a cowboy that told her he worked on a ranch just outside of Tucson
Diamonds he gave to her caused many people
Its just me
This mic
Kush that got burned
My thoughts
C'mon
Making hits by Buck roll
baby call me nutso
Light it up and puff slow
Piling up my
chest
Every cowboy has a horse every outlaw has a day to hurt trips in a Hurst shoveling up Dirt
Surrounded by these dark clouds but they won't last long
don't know what it's like, I'm an outlaw for the rest of my life
I was left out in the night, I'm an outlaw for the rest of my life
I was blinded by
But I started to mix with the wrong breed of men
Led by the devil's own cause
I shot a man in Wheeling
And became the runnin' outlaw
I can hear those
I Heard a storm is a brewing
Running with the devil only gets you so far
Pushing that good corn liquor
Sheriff on my back, trynna catch an outlaw
runnin' water in my hands
Drug me around by my headband
Said I wasn't her kind
'Cause I'm an Indian outlaw
Half Cherokee and Choctaw
My baby she's
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
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