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Outlawz Outlaw 4 Life 2005 A P

) Look what years of stugglin' did Wanted for something The kid real, like one in a Mil' Cash of kings Without a deal or a chain that bling I'm a Outlaw (outlaw

killed If you grew up with a nigga don't that make 'em ya friend I see the world through a foggy lens With a Fo'-Five buried in my baggy jeans Even my mom dukes was a

the truth is They told me God gon' test me, I hope I pass And get the chance to laugh last I a rare breed With a need for speed And a hunger for numbers

understand Pac made a nigga watch like a peep hole Banger, that's my bigga' brotha' I put it on my mother I swear we need each other (I swear we need each other) Im just a