[Tupac]

That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker

I ain't mad at ya at all (damn)

Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up RahRah?



[RahRah] Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfuckin Outlaw

[Tupac] That's right nigga, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you feel me?

[RahRah] Aight, knowhatI'msayin?

[Tupac] You got to do that shit, keepin it real nigga or what?

[RahRah] Keepin it real!

[Tupac] How old are you nigga?

[RahRah] I'm eleven



[Tupac]

Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state

preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate

Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards

Gunfire now they require may be closed casket

Who can you blame? It's insane what we dare do

Witness an evil that these men do, bitches in, too

In fact they be the reasons niggaz get to bleedin

Pull the fuckin fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em

Hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) negroes disposed of

and snitches get dealt with, with no love

Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury

I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry

But never worry, they'll remember me through history

Causin motherfuckers to bleed, they'll label me a



* Chorus *

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (They came in to sin)

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (Dear God, I wonder could you save me?)



[Tupac]

Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin well

when I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell

Just as well, cause in my cell I'm keepin pictures of these bastards

Excersisin, visualizin, everyone inside a casket

Picture me blasted, surrounded by niggaz in masks

Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass

Will I last? Heaven or