[chorus 2Pac] x3
i done said it many times bustas still cant see
yall niggas cant fuck wit me.
i been handling stress in this shit for yearz
blazed out, shedding tatto tearz

[2Pac]
rock-a-bye baby, thugged out and still crazy
dont wanna hurt a soul nigga, so dont make me
i got a dream to see my whole team in lexus coups
and enimies burried, gettin carried out in stretchers too
but thats a dream though it seems like reality
never be beat, makin green on these cali streets
even on the other side brothas die, but ride
niggas get high off a slow form of suicide.
hide in closed doors, dont wanna sport tragedys
i live my life in a mode exploding tragicly.
how come we find a peace and niggas still aint get a peice.
i know im probally hellbound but we gotta eat.
im seein satin, frustratin,
my millitary mind make me cussing all the time, stricly money makin
forgive my adversaries they dont understand what we go through to become a
man.
we shedding tatto tearz.

[chorus]x4

[outlaw]
crimanal ways is payin, im gettin payed wit lincolns
niggas turn into a bitch gettin hit from a gage is what im thinkin
hiting ya back, you aint kickin the facts
fake ass jacks, you and ya bitch team tied up in the back
im holding down fo ya, catch a plan  its my orders
the game was tought, then i found my name in the source
lil nigga, jumpin gza, im gonna pack the pistol
and slang the white colored crystal.
the papers stack up, young niggas back up
give me the beat and ill tare the track up
just incase you wanna act up.

[outlaw 2]
its like i be thuggin just for the cause of it
i be gettin all of it, but i never loose my bosses shit
its the pressure, that will make me cock my shit up off the dresser
my niggas made mafia, ofcourse my niggas under pressure
answers to questions, bullets to my smithon wesson
still stuck up in fuck session, jersey over a niggas flesh and...
po po's guessin if this stolen car is gonna do a drive bye
hitem up from his shoulders and say bye-bye
now momma cry-cry,but it aint even my time to even die-die
so ask me why-why i feel that god owe me my life for the things he did
my life my life my life.
but i turn my pleasure into sin,blazed out sheddin tatto tearz

[chorus]x4

[outlaw 3]
aint no unity in my community its do or die
seein my oportunitys through these walls of hell why gettin high
as life replays like time,underhanded scemes to get that cream
while living this life of crime.
my enimies want me squeezed, they get dumped like three's
with 57 ways to hit they knees.
please beware we thugs revolution size.
criminals that be with me benn institutionlaized
shellshocked in this man locked hellhole.
holding down court like a fuckin court hold down cell block manholes.

[outlaw 4]
i be loosing sleep, stayin awake way past late
with no hesitation, coralation, now the gangs chasing
its all good to me, let me see, who  the authorities
this shorty will be a thug nigga, unsupported, never shorted
winner, pleasurable sinner, plus a rebel and
thuggin and loving it enough to be huggin it like my next of kin
buckin like a gang of mexicans, they wanna rush them on a solo
and flexin why the stolen guns bustin
you should fuck with the world, before you fuck wit me
yoing niggas sheddin tat tearz, through next year
homie sat me down and think im a addict now
for holding it down on these immortal grounds

[chorus]x6

[2Pac talking]
outlawz, westside, when we rrrrriiiiiidddddeeeee!!!!!
follow me,muthafuckin cops aint strong enough baby.
we outlawz, kurupt drop the beat, we drop the sheet
niggas cant see us know what i mean.
wwwweeeeessssstttttssssssiiiiiiiddddddeeeeeee!!!!!