[2pac:Intro] You know what I mean? I don't wanna burn and I want to be for ever That's what Outlaw Immortal is I wanna be here for ever, when I'm gone, I want my name to be here So to do that, I got to do more than that the average of a man would do I gotta set a mark that nobody can touch When I set that mark I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna make it happen
Outlaw motherfuckers till we die [4x]
Ref:2Pac back, 2PacBack There's all these bitches screaming that 2Pac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Riding brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes They screaming 2Pac back, 2Pac back There's all these btiches screaming that 2Pac back
[Young Noble] So many battlefield scars While driven in plush cars This life of an outlaw Got my missing my doggs Screaming 2Pac back Yeah this that outlaw crack Real niggas respected. hommie where ever you at Yeah, We been put in them Broklyn's Makaveli we're breathing Ball heads, Ta-Toos, and some brand new rims Without no serial numbers It's been like 15 summers Since The Big Hommie died, but we still doing numbers We trading war stories, Outlawz on the rise Jelous niggas I despise Look at my eyes I told E.D and Hussein we gotta G-Mix this Went at the 96, and ressurect Pac in this bitch Fuck the peace, Makaveli The Don, and Biggie Smalls Killer Kadaf, we're still on our job Riding, blessed and buster free Enemies give me reason to be The Last Motherfuckin' Breathin'
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[EDI Mean] They yelling 2Pac back But na he ain't back The Hommie never left And that's a well known fact Over 100 million sold We're renown across the globe Rap's Bob Marley He'd legendary like Presley Streets can't let him go We'll I'm in that all black chevy with the windows closed Blowing hella dough Bumping Makaveli, Will they blast for me I bought a couple of bottles pour 'em all out for the hommies (Background vocal: R.I.P) Know the Kane for the pain, Tryna stop all these bleedin' They say life is a jerk, so don't stop belivin' On the wings of love, way above the clouds That's the only way to fly We blowing zone-z out loud We yellin'
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[Hussein Fatal] I let these niggas worry if 2Pac back I got a block 20's in the bag who got smacked You see Hussein standing here, it's the new Iraq Shit man, The Midget dropped the album who caught that I'm FatalVeli The Don, got these miss.'s in love She confused with them snitching niggas but this is a dough, oh Most niggas don't know what a grind is Sally Pack on the wall of fake watch and armed beats niggas don't even know what time it is I'm as real as they come, from the Slums from the Streets When I'm 5 feets, the only way you bombs gonna hit Scully over my head, to hoes right where they eyes that We call it the money train and hommie we ride that Or hand on my fitted overlocked in a study See I don't goin', I don't know a bell pop with I'm ready for And my enemies bitch, shoot a 2 cup straps Within the camera after court They holler, 2Pac back
Outro: 2Pac back, 2Pac back There's all these bitches screaming that 2Pac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Riding brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen (Outlaw motherfuckers till we die [4x] ) Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes They screaming 2Pac back, 2Pac back There's all these btiches screaming that 2Pac backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
