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thug life outlawz (outro) - spice 1 lyrics

[intro: 2pac]
biatch.. syke
big mothaf*ckin syke, a k a mossolini
fatal khomeini up in this biatch (outlaw immortalz)
and 2pac, makaveli
f*ckin’ with that wicked ass n*gga nuttso
right out the bay (this gon’ be the sh*t)
oaktown to be precise
yaki kadafi y’all know how we do this sh*t
makaveli

[verse 1: nutt*so]
ay, ay, ay, ay
i keep my mind on my grind and stay focused on gettin’ chips
while these n*ggas drop dimes, and focus on being a snitch
cryin’ ’cause them n*ggas ain’t tryin’ to to get [?]
that’s why them n*ggas on the sideline cheerin’ just like a b*tch
and i ain’t got no time for these n*ggas that’s wearing wigs
n*ggas hatin’ behind my back ’cause them b*tches is fearin’ this
but if it’s on, than we ridin’ with clips and pistol grips
catch a sucka out here lyin’ and that n*gga get pistol whipped
catch a sucka out of line, and we fittin’ him up in a ditch
run up in his pockets and strip him just like a trick
i’m all in for the profit, who got it, they gettin’ hit
outlaw ’til they stop me, you cowards has been dismissed, b*tch!
n*ggas talk sh*t ’til they get blown into smith’
one to the dome, with the chrome, and that’s it!
in the zone, gettin’ it on, no actin’ no script
but it’s lights camera action, if you n*ggas wanna trip

[chorus: spice 1]
they say they got to use me glock because they bonnie and k
outlaw, thug life, them come with gun*play
them come with gun*play bu*di*ba*ba*bang bang
hit ’em up with them heaters, [?] do me thug thang
they say they got to use me glock because they bonnie and k
outlaw, thug life, them come with gun*play
them come with gun*play bu*di*ba*ba*bang bang
hit ’em up with them heaters, [?] do me thug thang

[verse 2: hussein fatal]
me i’m goin’ in and comin’ out just like a robbery
i’m used to real n*ggas, so ya shooters don’t bother me
going of the deep end, the devil look like god to me
with only my prints in the sand, surprising me
bricks on top of bricks, bob the builder n*gga
my dope is a dime, one nine that k!ll ya n*gga
and i know they know what i’m on, the same sh*t i’ve been on
when shooters around a ways to keep the mac 10 on
yeah i’m countin’ cash, all kinda guap
and for the love of the money i frankenstein a cop
masked up, no time to knock, all kinda bread homie all kinda shots

[chorus: spice 1]
bu*di*ba*ba*ba they say they got to use me glock because they bonnie and k
outlaw, thug life, them come with gun*play
them come with gun*play bu*di*ba*ba*bang bang
hit ’em up with them heaters, [?] do me thug thang
they say they got to use me glock because they bonnie and k
outlaw, thug life, them come with gun*play
them come with gun*play bu*di*ba*ba*bang bang
hit ’em up with them heaters, [?] do me thug thang

[verse 3: big syke]
i can bring it back, watch me bring it back
like when a broke n*gga turn into a baller cat
so watch me retrofit, watch me blow this sh*t
you like a n*gga at the plate that never get a hit
and the base is low, watch me grand slam
’cause i can get to a bird off a f*ckin’ gram
you know who i am, i’m like [?]
my certificate to my thuggin’ ain’t no photo copy
you better ask somebody, what i’ve done and do
but i’m back up in this b*tch like i’m brand new
and i’m stayin’ true, and i’m stayin’ loyal
even when i find myself on enemy soil
it’s a new day, and a new era
every thing the same ain’t nothing changin’ for the better
ready for whatever, piece or a tek
’cause in the hood they yellin’ “big syke bring it back”

[verse 4: nawfside outlaw]
let’s go to war to see who draw quicker
it’s mr. itchy trigger fingers n*gga, softer than a singer
middle finger to you b*tch n*ggas (b*tch n*ggas!)
it’s me and dizza, f*ck the small talk just come and get us
i’m a outlaw from north side to south park
we terrorizin’ all you rappers so don’t even start
with all that bullsh*t, and that other fruity sh*t you doin’ nowadays
better watch these lyin’ rappers they got aids that will f*ck you underage in a minute

[outro: spice 1, spice 1 & spice 1]
ha ha ha ha yeah n*gga (hahaha)
(nawfside outlaw in this mothaf*cka)
mothaf*ckin’ outlawz n*gga (outlawz b*tch)
(my n*gga ryan up in this mothaf*cka)
n*gga this sh*t is universal n*gga (universal)
this sh*t is universal..(thug world music group n*gga)
n*gga and this sh*t is immortal (hehe)
(the homie [?] in this mothaf*cka)
thug life n*gga (immortal thug n*ggas)
you n*ggas think we mad n*gga?
(we don’t give a f*ck n*gga)
we ain’t mad! (nutt*so what’s up fool?)
how the f*ck we gon’ be mad at y’all b*tch ass n*ggas?
(my n*gga nutt*so in this b*tch)
(we don’t give a f*ck clown ass n*gga)
but we gon catch a fade n*gga!
(real outlaw n*gga)
we’d love to catch a fade!
(real thug life, real sh*t, real g’s)
we ain’t gotta be mad to woop no ass n*gga!
(real riders)
(barnum and bailey ass)(real gangstas)
you n*ggas is suckas man! (clown ass n*ggas man)
f*ck you gon’ speak on a n*gga in the grave man?
(clowns)(kick they ass n*gga)
f*ck you gon’ speak on a n*gga that’s dead and can’t speak back? (green light on yo suckas)
(n*ggas look like it, like the movie it)
cut a mothaf*ckin soldier his debt!
(old buster ass, sucka ass n*ggas)
b*tch ass n*ggas (mark ass n*ggas)
b*tch n*ggas is like flies n*gga
they just be floatin around and sh*t
(ace1 in this mothaf*cka)
we just wanna swat the f*ck out of you fake ass n*ggas (ace1 what’s up n*gga? yeah, ryan whats happenin fool?)
hahhaha
n*gga this spice 1 bossalini (what’s up mayn?)
fetty chico shiznilty (we gon’ send a shout out to kennedy)
bossalini the ridah n*gga (they ain’t ready)
shout out to my n*gga makaveli (blauw blaow blaow)
we’ve got makaveli the don (makaveli the don!)
we’ve got bossalini the ridah (bossalini the ridah!)
bossalini the ridah up in this b*tch (up in this b*tch)
yeah i’m still walkin’ around n*gga
i hear all that sh*t you b*tch ass n*ggas is sayin’ (sucka ass n*ggas)
(shut the f*ck up)
we ain’t trippin though, n*gga this thug life for real
this outlawz for real n*gga
n*gga y’all want it n*gga, bring it n*gga, it’s less than nothin!
blaow!
yeaahh

- spice 1 lyrics

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