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n1=  if ($server == $null) { set %choice echo }
n2=  else set %choice say
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n4=lyric { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ)  $$1-   $+ %outlaw $+  }
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n7=;2pacalypse
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n9=blackmale lyric What kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack.  I rendered up piles of black. The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack. I hate it when real nigga bust. They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust. I had enough of the fuss. I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must. They gave me a charge for sales. For selling the tales... of young black males 
n10=brenda {
n11=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) She's 12 years old and she's having a baby. In love with tha molester, whose sexed and crazy. And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever. And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever. 
n12=  He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor. And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep. 
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n14=crooked lyric These cops are reminded, and get us as when we rush, now you clear like a bitch cause you don't know how to hush. Now back to the smoke of the robbery I tell you like Latifah, mutha-fucker give me body. One to the chest, another to his fucking dome. Now the shit can rest, yo tell 'em to leave me the fuck alone ... My fingers on the trigga for you Crooked ass niggas.
n15=homey lyric To be great, I'm giving it all it takes. Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes. I gotta take, my place or fall from grace. The foolish way, the pace is quick and great. Smiling face, to hide the trace of heat. But my homie would never do me wrong. That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on. No matter who the foe they must fall. Us against them all. I'm down to brawl if my homies call.  
n16=giveafuk { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Fuck you to the San Francisco Police department. Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department. Fuck you to the F.B.I. Fuck you to the C.I.A ... Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa. Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas. And fuck yah. Fuck Y'all Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards. 
n17=  %choice 2pacalypse mutha fuckin' now.  Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick. And my uncle Tommy's balls. Fuck Y'all. Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks.  $+ %outlaw $+   
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n19=lunatic lyric Spray when I lay competition. What a great day. Make pay. Next is the wet sex. Hex wit the vex. Now they wets with the complex. I'm upset. Wonder what I told Chet. Bloody as coat. Snappin motha fucka's necks. Revenge so sweet when it comes from Niggas gettin dumb with the drun. Watch my foes run. Niggas keep comin when they can't slip. Follow that shit? Another hit from the lunatic.  
n20=part.time lyric Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track. Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac. Now what's that say about, this big epidemic. This hypocritical world, and the people in it. Now speaking of in it. Cindi loved to get buckwild. Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles. That would be cool, if she was your lover. But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mothe.r  
n21=rebel lyric I don't give a damn and it shows. And when I do a stage show. I wear street clothes. So they all know me: the lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC. I give a shout out to your homies. Maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G. On the streets or on TV, it just don't pay the be a truth tellin MC. They won't be happy till I'm banned. The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man. 
n22=soldjuh { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) I can still hear my mother shout, hit tha pig nigga. Break your bigga brother out. I got a message for tha warden I'm commin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gorden. We get surrounded in tha mess hall, yes ya'll. A crazy motherfucka makin' death calls. Just bring me my brother and we leavin. For every minute you stall, one ya'll bleedin'. They brought my brother in a jiffy. I took a cop, just in case things got tricky. 
n23=  %choice And just as we was walken out, I caught a bullet in tha head. Tha screams never left my mouth. My brother caught a bullet too. I think he gonna pull through, he deserve to. Tha fast life ain't everything they told ya. Never get much older, following tha tracks of a soulja.  $+ %outlaw $+  
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n25=trapped lyric Coppers try to kill me. But they didn't know this was tha wrong street. Bang bang, down another casualty. But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality. Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha mans slain. He got caught in tha chains of his own game. How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me. Sweated me, hunted me. Trapped in my own community. 
n26=violent lyric Unlock my brain, break tha chains of your misery. This time tha pay back for evil shit you did too me. They call me militant and racist cause I won't resist. You wanna censor something. MothaFucka censor this! My words are weapons, and I'm stepin to tha sirens. Wakin up tha masses. But you, claim that I'm violent. 
n27=wicked lyric Pumping the flow, gangster ho cause the nose knows. Check the pose, froze, when you see me close. Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke. Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though Kkkkkkicking the funky flava. 
n28=wisdom lyric Brothers, sistas, niggas. When I say niggas it is not the nigga we are grown to fear. It is not the nigga we say as if it has no meaning. But to me, It means Never Ignorant Getting Goals Acomplished, nigga. Niggas what are we going to do? Walk blind into a line or fight. Fight and die if we must like niggas. 
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n30=;Strictly for my niggas
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n32=headup { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) You know it makes me unhappy, when brothas make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy. And since we all came from a woman, got our name from a woman and our game from a woman. I wonder why we take from our women. Why we rape our women. Do we hate our women?
n33=  %choice I think it's time to kill for our women, Time to heal our women, be real to our women. And if we don't then we'll have a race of babies, That hate the ladies that make the babies. And since a man can't make one, he has no right to tell a women when and where to create one. So would the real men get up? I know your fed up ladies, but keep your head up.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n34=}
n35=getaround lyric You don't know me, You just met me, You won't let me, Well if I couldn't have it, (silly rabbit) Why you sweat me? It's a lot of real G's doin' time Cuz a groupy bit the trooper told a lie. You picked the wrong guy, baby if you're too fly, you need to hit the door, search for a new guy. Cuz I only got one night in town, Break down and be clown, Baby doll and you down, I get around.
n36=holla lyric Much love to my brothers in tha pen. See ya when I free ya, If not, when they shut me in. Once again, is there no one else strapped, Keep ya hands on ya gat, Now ya boys watch ya back. Cause in tha alleys of Cali i'ma tell ya, Mess with tha best and tha vest couldn't help ya. Scream, if ya feel me, See it clearly? Your too near me ... Holla if ya Hear me. 
n37=Lastwordz lyric Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same. Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained. That's why we burn shit and wreck, Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet. ... United we stand divided we fall, they can shoot one nigga but they can't take us all  ... One nigga teach two niggas, three teach four niggas. And them niggas teach more niggas. And when we blast that'll be the biggest blast you've heard. And them is my lastwordz. 
n38=papasong { 
n39=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong, lookin kinda pale, was it the ale, that pops was wrong. Where was the money that you sent, you would send me, talked on the phone and ya sounded so friendly. 
n40=  %choice Ask about school and my welfare, but it's clear, you ain't sincere. Hey, who the hell cares? You think I'm blind, but this time I see ya comin, Jack. You grabbed your coat, leathers broke, now ain't no runnin back.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n41=}
n42=peepgame lyric Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me. Don't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can fade me. I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't diesel, but fuck wit Tupac and pop goes the weasel. Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas, would jack a motha fuckin real nigga cuz they jealous.They do it for the fame. Explain. Insane. What's in a name? What's in a name? Peep game.
n43=pointthafinga lyric They show my picture for the crimes of another guy. Now how's that for the life of a big shot. A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot. I play them funky ass marks in the park, by tryin to earn their stripes in the dark. Just cuz I come here, don't mean I from here. Peep. Only jealous motha fuckas beef. Point the finger.
n44=streetzrdeath lyric Poor momma can't control me, quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies. A ticken timebomb can't nobody fade me, packin' a 380 and fiendin' for my mercedes. Suckers scatter but it don't matter I'm a cool shot, punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got ... They label me a lunatic, could care less, death or success is what I quest cause I'm fearless, now tha streetz R Deathrow.
n45=souljahrevenge lyric Damn...Police!! Freeze!!.... I said FREEZE you miserable black sonova bitch! My attitude is shitty, my message to tha censorship comittee: Who's tha biggest gang of niggas in tha city? Tha critics are tha cops, tha courts are tha crooks. Don't look so confused, take a closer look ... They finally pulled me over and I laughed, remembered Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass ... SOULJAH...
n46=strictlyfo lyric It ain't easy bein me, I can't take it, life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it. And ever since the movies, hoe's try to do me, if they can't screw me they find a way to sue me. Now can you picture me coolin at a night club, somethin for love, but muthafuckas want a beamer. Since I wear a lot of gold they plot, don't no what I got if ya stop with the hot ones.
n47=strugglin lyric Strugglin and strivin, that's how the dough come ... Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind. Clickin on the nine, out to get mine. I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom. Blowin motherfuckers to the moon. Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin, see me on the block, strugglin, and rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed ... Blast, Straight strugglin.
n48=somethin2die4 lyric I've changed... You mothafuckas kill me. I've changed.. It ain't that i've changed, but it's strange how you mothafuckas rearrange. When I found fame, point ya finger at tha bad guy. You know what my momma usta tell me, If ya can't find something ta live for, then you best find something ta die for.
n49=venomz lyric Prowling for a niggaz bucks, time to see who's the G, with the bigger nuts. Buck buck, big up and livin reckless. Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet this. Yeah this shit is hyper, two to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viper ... Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion. I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted, with five deadly venomz.
n50=whosback lyric Trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits. Everybody wants to test me. WHY ME? No lie, nothing tried when they try me. Giving up the roughness, justice, I'm a bust as I ripping up enough hits and Guess who's back. No longer trapped cuz I snapped on the ones that held me back, feeling contact ride the track get I grip as I flip, get a licking as I kick. Guess who's back. Yes I'm back. Tupac is back.
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n52=;Thuglife
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n54=pressure lyric Right before I die, I'll be cursing tha law, reincarnated bitch even worse than before, my four-four's givin payback, my underhanded plan to get them niggas while they laid back and big stretch hit tha scene with tha mini 14, servin suckers like dope fiends and lead tha whole team. Under Pressure Nigga. 
n55=burymeag {
n56=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Stuck on full Tangaray got a nigga high, Lord knows I don't need another DUI, I led a Thug Life heartless hustler. Just cause I fucked her don't mean I trust her.  Now my pagers vibratin' can't sleep, so i'm mobbin' to tha ho's house, pumpin' Isely. Is it cool ta fuck is what i'm askin, Bitch recognize game and start laughen, when i'm all in 
n57=  %choice those guts and shit, prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick cause i'll fuck and get up and let ya know, i'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho, lots a ho's get mad and shit, I let a trick be a trick you can have that bitch, cause I doubt if I change, tha games a mothafucker, real niggas turn ta bustas.  Bury Me a G.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n58=}
n59=cradle lyric June 16, 1971, Mama gave birth to a hell raisin' heavenly son. See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back.  My first words were "Thug for Life" and "Papa pass the Mak." I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin', Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'. From out the window of my drop top I got my glock cocked,  bustin' at niggas. When will it stop? ... From the Cradle to tha Grave.
n60=liquor {
n61=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Drinkin' on Gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on, reminicin' about my niggas, that's dead n' gone. Now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry cuz I'm losin all my homies and I worry. I got my back against a brick wall, 
n62=  %choice Trapped in a circle, boxin' with them suckas 'till my knuckles turn purple. Mama told me, 'son they'll be days like this'. Don't wanna think so I hit the drink n' stay blitz...Pour Out a Little Liquor.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n63=}
n64=mourn lyric All my homies drinking liquor. Tears in everybody's eyes. Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide. But I can't cry instead I'm just a shoulder, Damn, why they take another soldier? I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry, I'll get them suckas back before your buried. Retaliate and pull a 187. Do real niggas get to go to heaven? How long will they mourn me?
n65=staytrue {
n66=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Maaaann, I don't worry about the Five-O, if they start, cuz it's all about survival. Just stay smart. Keep your mind on your bank roll, always stay ahead of these stank hoes ... My laywers getting cash up the ass. Don't even ask why I'm buck wild.  Don't smile, don't laugh. 
n67=  %choice To the young G's comin up,  peep game, don't let the money make you change or act strange ... Is that Tupac Thug Life? Hell Yah! Try to dirty up my name but it's still here.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n68=}
n69=str8ballin lyric I finally made it now these jealous bitches tryin' to FADE me! ... I came up a long way from food stamps, and takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps. Could you blame me if they sweat me, I'm gonna open fire. What could I do?  Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die. I'm representin' to the fullest ... and mothafucka, we be ballin', all mothafuckin' day long, stay strong! We str8 ballin'!
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n71=;Me against the world
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n73=ShedT { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Lord knows I tried been a witness to homicide, driveby's taking lives little kids die, wonder why as I walk by, broken hearted as I glance at the chalkline getting high. This ain't the life for me, I wanna change, but ain't no future right for me. I'm stuck in tha game.  Im trapped inside a maze see this Tangaray influenced me ta gettin crazy, dissed illusion lately
n74=  %choice I been really wantin babies. So I could see a part of me that wasnt always shady, dont trust my lady. Cause she's a product of this poison.  I'm hearin noises. Can't take no more. I'm fallin to the floor, beggin for the Lord to let me into heavens door. Shed so Many Tears.  $+ %outlaw $+  
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n76=meagainst lyric With all this extra stressin', tha question I wonder is after death. I feel my last breath, when will I finaly get to rest from this oppression, they punish tha people that's askin questions. And those that possess, steal from tha ones without possesions. Tha message I stress, to make it stop, study your lessons don't settle for less, even tha genius asks questions. 
n77=youngniggaz { %choice (10SekretZ) My young niggas, brake away from these dumb niggas, put down the guns and have some fun nigga. Tha rest will come.  Figure fame is a fast thang.  They're gang bangin puttin niggas in a casket.  Murdered for hangin at tha wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin, cause he threw up tha wrong sign.  
n78=  %choice And everyday I watch tha murder rate increase, and even worse, tha epidemics and diseases. What is the future? The projects lookin hopeless there, more and more brothas givin up and don't care.  Sometimes I hate when brothers act up I hit tha weed, and I proceed to blow the track up.  $+ %outlaw $+  
n79=}
n80=die2nite {
n81=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) They say pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols. Plottin' on murderin' motherfuckers before they get you. Picturin' pitiful punk niggas coppin' pleas, Puffin' weed as I position myself to clock G's. 
n82=  %choice My enemies scatter in suicidal situations, Never the witness to wicked shit that they was facin'.  Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches, Evadin' the playa-hatin tricks, while hittin switches.  $+ %outlaw $+  
n83=}
n84=temptations lyric I get caught up in tha life I live is hell, see I never thought i'd see tha day when I would calm down. You ain't heard? I've been known ta clown and get around. That's my word, see, ya walken and ya lookin good, yes, indeed got a body like a sex fiend. Ya killin' me with ya attitude ta match right, don't be phoney cause I hate it when ya act like, you don't know me.
n85=heavygame {
n86=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Life is hell and everybody dies. What about these niggas I despise? Them loud talkin' cowards shootin' guns into crowds jepordizing lives, shootem' right between a niggas eyes. It's time to realize follow tha rules or follow tha fools, then die. 
n87=  %choice Everybodies tryin ta make tha news, niggas confused, quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues. If you choose to apply yourself go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha bitches and tha fame. Heavy in tha Game.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n88=}
n89=lordknows lyric I wonder if tha Lord will forgive me or bury me a 'G'. I couldn't let my adversaries worry me, and every single day it's a test, wear a bullet-proof vest, and still a nigga stressen over death. If I could choose when a nigga die, figure I, take a puff on tha blunt and let my trigga fly.
n90=dearmama {
n91=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Pour out some liquor and I remenise, cause through tha drama, I can always depend on my mama. And when it seems that i'm hopeless, you say tha words that can get me back in focus. When I wuz sick as a little kid, ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did. 
n92=  %choice  And all my childhood memories are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me and even though I act craaaazy, I got ta thank tha Lord that ya maaaade me.  $+ %outlaw $+  
n93=}
n94=ainteasy {
n95=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) I can't sleep niggas plottin' on to kill me. While I'm dreaming wake up screamin cause I can hear them suckas scheming ... Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin'? Doin' 20 to life in San Quentin. 
n96=  %choice  Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson. Ain't nuttin' nice. Yo Pac, "Do something righteous with your life. Even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure rather have behind bars then triggas. But I'm hold ya down And holla Thug Life." Lickin' shots till I see my niggas free on my block.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n97=}
n98=canugetaway { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Ever since I met ya I can't beat tha pressure. It's like your man don't understanda all he does is stress ya. I can see your state of misery from tha introduction, ain't nobody suckin' and touchin 'just this harmless discussion. 
n99=  %choice  Maybe we can see a better way find a brighter day, late night phone conversations would that be ok? I don't wanna take up all your time or be tha next in line. Tell me your size and let me find things with you in mind.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
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n101=oldschool { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) I remember Mr. Magic Flash, Grand Master Cash, L.L raisin' hellbut it didn't last Eric B. and Rakim was da shit ta me I'd flipto see a Dougie Fresh Show with Rickie G and Red Alert was puttin'in work, and Chuck Chill had my homies on the hill gettin' ill, whenshit was real. 
n102=  %choice  Well I can still remember Raw with Daddy Cain, when De LaSoul was puttin' potholes in the game. I can't explain how it was,Whodini had me puffin' on dat buddha gettin' buzzed, cuz there I wasThem block parties in da projects and on my block and tic ya don't stop ya sippin' on dat private stock .. Ain't nothin like tha Old School.  $+ %outlaw $+  
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n104=fuckthaworld { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Weighin' 165 and these tricks should die, for being jealous of a brotha when he rides. I can see it in your eyes. You wanna see a young player fallin, they hate ta see a nigga ballin'. Some of you suckers is rotten, plotten on what I got, then you wonder why I shot him. 
n105=  %choice  Please stop given game for free. You wanna hang with me? Like being a thug is tha thang ta be. But I got love for my homies, tha G's and macks, so if your black, then ya better stay strapped. Nigga, Fuck tha World.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n106=}
n107=deathcorner { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) I see death around the corner, the pressure's getting to me I no longer trust my homies, them phonies tried to do me. Smoking too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed. Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress. Here's hopin I die the way I lived, straight thuggin'. 
n108=  %choice  Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas who was buggin'. My homie told me once, don't you trust them other suckers. They fought like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers. And even if I did die young, who cares? All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares ... I see death around the corner.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n109=}
n110=outlawoutlaw { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Who can you blame? It's insane what we did do, witness an evil that these men do. Bitches see it too, infact they be the reasons niggas get to bleeden but I'll fucken fire when I leave'em.
n111=  %choice  I shoulda seen'em, hostile hoe's catch elbows with no love, snitches disposed of and snitches get dealt with, with no love.  Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury. I broke tha law and their jaw all in tha same flurry. But never worry they'll remember me through history, causin motherfuckers to bleed. They'll label me an Outlaw.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n112=}
n113=; SINGLES
n114=runnin lyric They'll never catch me cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotch. Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend. Do Thug Niggas go to heaven? I'm rollin with the thorough heads, we gettin ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the 5-0 I'm runnin' from the police.
n115=milliondollarspot lyric Feds can't comprehend my ghetto slang, so I evade and plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main. Help me if I fall, can I ball for life? ... I wanna rise, keep my eyes open, witness motherfuckers die with they eyes open, my niggaz rise smokin any busta bitch tryin to stop my wish to have a million dollar spot.
n116=niggazdonechanged {
n117=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Father forgive me for thug livin I'm through with this drug dealin, I'll leave it to Clinton and all the niggaz that love prison, brothers be ballin bitch. If you need me call I'll open fire on mutha fuckaz and murder um all, me mista Makaveli, bust um, bust um, fuck what they tell me.
n118=  %choice I'm makin these muthafuckaz hop on they toes like Calvin Bally. I've been shot and murdered cant tell you how it happened word for word but best believe that niggaz gonna get what they deserve.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n119=}
n120=dustedndisgusted {
n121=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin plan. Can't understand, but the things ain't the same. You could die over these bitches, if you slippin in the game. Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too. Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain.
n122=  %choice If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga, any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted. Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules, they underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin fool.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n123=}
n124=wedothis lyric And death to a trick's life, we can pursue this 'til my shit's right. Went from havin fantasies, to havin hoes leave they man for me, there is no realer man than me. The city of Oaktown laced me with my first case, when them punk police tried to break me. Didn't think the shit was cute, so I got a lawsuit and made them punk police buy my coupe. This is how we do this.
n125=throughmyrearview {
n126=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Keys to ignition, use at your discretion. Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection. Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin, turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons. Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder,
n127=  %choice baby let me hold ya. Talk to my guns like they fly bitches. All you bustas best to run look at my bitches. Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true still starin at the world through my rearview.  $+ %outlaw $+  
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n129=troublesome { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) I see task at my front do' (ahh shit) But I ain't goin alive, so what the fuck these niggaz come fo'? Just because you got a vest don't mean you escape from death. I put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breath. Threw a grenade in the front yardsix cops lunged then got crunched, here they come God.
n130=  %choice The other cops are closin in, Deja vu, what do I do, here we go again. I'd rather take my life than have these suckers clown me, when they found me, they call me troublesome.  $+ %outlaw $+  
n131=}
n132=lifessohard lyric Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it I'm the first muhfucker that can outrun a bullet. It's them Thug Life niggaz, them done like triggers Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches. Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, it's on fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, let's bone ... See you on the freeway, sorry baby but I gotta call my homey see what he say.
n133=friendlikeme lyric Should have never testified, you got my nigga 25, so now I sacrifice your life. Help to separate me and my dog, Broken ties, why the fuck should I let you live? When I'm dead inside. Rapid fire my delivery, I'm bustin' at their whole crew nigga remember me. Hit up my Outlaw set then throw my pistol in the ocean ditch my ski mask and get to straight coastin'.
n134=pain { 
n135=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Get in trouble everyday in school act a fool and you know I had to break every rule. Showin off for the bitches cause I had the mad rep. So I had to watch my back when it was time to step ... pop, pop, pop and send a chuckle up above for me ... now I'm tha one that's lookin lovely. 
n136=  %choice Pop the drop top and all tha bitches want ta rub me. Kick'em the game it's all the same. I kick it back yo give'em slack yo and now they label me tha mack yo people check it.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n137=}
n138=lostsouls {
n139=  lyric Please understand my history a man of many acts, Livin Thug Life, comin equipped, with many gats. Maybe I was just a Lost Soul, trapped in time, Livin in between life, and the cracks were blind. Even though we had hope for dreams that never came, Yet and still we all feel pain. Lost Souls ...
n140=}
n141=madeniggaz lyric Boom once I enter the room, n the air all you hear is the whispers of doom. Niggas scared they don't wanna see me head on, think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone. Called a brave nigga Fuckin with a made nigga, M.O.B. gun fire gettin sprayed quicker. Fuck em all let em understand my plot to get richer. Much more than 6 figures. A motherfuckin made nigga.
n142=onmyblock lyric They got a nigga shedding tears reminiscin on my past fears. Cuz shit was hectic for me last year and it appears that I've been marked for death. My heartless breath, the underlying causing my arrest. My life is stressed and no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary for all tha brothas that I buried in tha cemetary. Shit is scary. Black on black crime legendary but at times unneccesary.
n143=wanteddeadoralive { lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) All my homies tellin, me, ain't no love for a real G. You straight cowards all you playa haters kill me. Throw up your hands if you feel me. We gettin dollars homey Holla If You Hear Me. It's one time for my comrades doin bad lockdown,
n144=  %choice Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down. Can you visualize perfection? Cause every rider in my set labelled a vet best in their profession. Don't hold your breath, stick to Smith and Wessun, Steady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n145=}
n146=hightillidie {
n147=  lcc | %choice (10SekretZ) Trying to duck an early grave in the city where you can't tell the Fakes from the Snakes, Enemies from Phonies, Friends from your Homies. Around the corner theres another nigga waiting to jack. He don't know I got a glock till his ass get shot ... 
n148=  %choice Hey, what's up with bitches trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie. Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me. Rather die than let yah play me like a Busta ... Hey don't let that movie fool yah. Let me school yah. Screaming Thug Life nigga when I do yah.  $+ %outlaw $+ 
n149=}
n150=smile lyric Sellin' my soul, For material wishes. Fast cars and bitches. Wishin' I live my life a legend, Immortalized in pictures.  Why shed tears, save your sympathy. My childhood years, Was spend burying my peers in the cemetary. Here's a message to the newborns, waitin ta breath: "If you believe  you can achieve, just look at me."  Against all odds though life is hard ... smile for me now.