Outlaws (go 'head) in this.

Makaveli the don up in this.

No doubt.

Death Row, Makaveli the don

You could call me daddy.

I'll be your daddy.

That's right just like daddy.

For the ladies.

Come with me any time you roll.

Dedicate slow jams on the radio.

I know you're happy, I could feel your passion.

Lookin out for ya just like daddy.

Come on.

Sunshine turns to rain.

Baby I could take away your pain.

If ya trust me.

Close your eyes and feel the magic.

Never leave when ya need me.

I'll do ya just like daddy.

I met her when she was young.

Her real daddy died when she was younger.

Here mom let her do what she please.

Said no one loved her.

Her eyes shining. Love. A diamond in the rough.

The kind that you could love.

Not yet touched but so much potential.

Youngster, let me guide your mental into a place

Where sourness and pain you'll never taste.

By god's grace you was born with that face.

Nothin but pure beauty.

So for an eternity I feel it's my duty to be a
soulja.

Yeah, baby, got plans to mold ya.

And the coldest nights is when I hold ya.

Like I'm supposed to.

As we grow closer, I'll take you hand gladly.

Anything you need, ask me.

Spoil my baby girl just like daddy.

To alliviate the stress spendin time wit you.

I feel blessed. When you gone, feel the pain so
strong deep in my chest.

When I got arrested, came so close to goin to
jail.

Flowin blows at the po-po, breakin the nails.

Screamin loud, goin all out. Damn, I did it.

You stay locked down at mom's house, watchin the
kids.

Through the whole ? in the VI. I see ya daily.

When my fake homies try to fuck you, you run and
tell me.

That's why I stay committed. I thank god every
time I hit it.

Hopin you'll forgive me for the times I
bullshitted.

Me and you against the world. We untouchable.

Screamin like you're dying every time I'm fuckin
you.

You never had a father or a family.

But I'll be there. No need to fear so much
insanity.

And through the years I know you gave me your
heart and plus

When I'm dirt broke and fucked up, ya still love
me.

~Chorus repeats~

Boo, would ya die for me? Down holdin my pistol.
Gettin high wit me.

Sounds tougher than bristols. But when you cry, I
be your tissue.

Back in the county writin letters how I miss you

Givin you credit, apologetic how I dissed you.

Cuz you fore thinkin like a minor and on a level
of this some time

Of daddy ready to wine ya and dine you. Lace ya
for totin vagina

and still be right behind ya. True

Like me and you, no tellin what we could do

Gettin high between the sheets. Put the shit
right here, discreet.

Puttin hickeys on your belly while we fuckin on
the beach.

I love it when you run up and grab me.

I feel for ya badly. Baby girl, just like daddy.

Surely, I lend my hand out to help your lost
soul.

Lookin for shelter on a late night. Accept it:

Treat your girl don't disrespect her.

My age is young. Out of place, bitch. Callin
daisies done.

From a tripsy to a missy. Ya know I raised ya
hon.

Placed her under my wing, showed ya how we swing.

Now she rollin blunts for a king. One they label
Thug Mrs.

The essence of my ghetto sisters. Hugs and
kisses.

This is for me to me to be a father figure.

~Chorus repeats~

Throw your hands up.

Put your hands up.

Where my siters?

Where my sisters at?

Throw yor hands in the air.

Outlawz in this motha fucka.

No doubt.

Kadafi. Hussein. Makaveli. Napoleon. Norman.

Idy. Kastro. Camilion. Storm.

Put your hands in the motha fuckin air