am one of many that see through your lies Hiding will do you no good, many seek revenge Soon to become a victim of what you live to create, and cannot
can't be faded I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't
is raw [Chorus] [Verse Three: Damien (Mic)] Many with the power Abuse it Many with the power know not how to use it (Word) I can make a living Or bring
fun." "You'll die dancin'!" "Dark, gliding shapes that glide every long inch ... " "Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths!" [Chorus:] Heyy! 2 Live Crew Boys
I was right or wrong? To live my life as an Outlaw all along Remain strong in this planet full of player haters They conversate but Death Row full of
dealing From the womb to the block [echo] My live mind got me surviving 5 shots [echo] My 45 got me fortified with live rounds When shit stick We
nigga You know what time it is Westside, Death Row (Dogg Pound) e'rybody killer Bad Boy killer, {?} killer (Thug Life, Death Row) E'rybody killer
rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin [repeat Chorus] [2Pac] Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death All fifty
if I was right or wrong? To live my life as an outlaw all along Remain strong in this planet full of playa haters They conversate but Death Row full
memories fadin fast. A slave for cash. Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash. Don't look now. How you like it, raw. Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender. Death
flows I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw
I was right or wrong? To live my life as an outlaw all along Remain strong in this planet full of playa haters They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
Cause thats the life when your Living in the (ghetto) oh Eating in the (ghetto) or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto) Thats the life when ur Living in
rest since nine eleven I live fast, hustle like today is my last I get cash, the struggle's like a day on the Ave. Crack bein raw, gats squeezin off Manhattan
dream, my legacy tellin me I live Christ-like I hear what they sayin but fuck all the weepin, I peep it just keep it, I live mine Celebrate them good
Boy tatted on her breast I done been there and did it (I done been there and did it) Ten years without gettin sweat inside my Yankee fitted 1990-Raw I
as a submarine Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us You saw us layin down a law just as raw as a crawfish You met your death and although
