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Young, strapped, and I don’t give a fuck
I’m hopeless
I live the Thug Life, losin’ my focus, ba-baby
I’m troublesome, ha ha
Bad Boy killa, there is no one realer
What you saw
Was the rough, rugged and raw: Outlaw!

In your wildest dreams you couldn’t picture a nigga like me
Hahahaha – I’m troublesome, I don’t give a fuck
I’m troublesome… like my nigga Napoleon said, nigga
Somebody gotta explain why I ain’t got shit
Ha ha, I’m troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique.

Troublesome, nigga
Hahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin’-96
(Westside!) Let it be known, nigga!
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli!

Menacin’ methods, label me a lethal weapon
Makin’ niggas die witnessin’ breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned
These scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlawz motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends; fuck friends and foes!
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
Got me a dog and named her “my bitch nigga eater”
What could they do to me, you lil’ brat?
Shit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I’ll get they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We Outlawz, motherfuckers can’t kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that’s after I’m gone
‘Cause they fear me in the physical form
Let it be known I’m troublesome

La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die

Troublesome nigga, Outlawz
Put it down to the fullest
Spittin’ rhymes and bullets, ha ha
We troublesome
Y’all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can’t stop us
Niggas run the streets, we troubleshit

Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
We guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on ’em first
Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin’ up in a hearse
Westside was the war cry, bustin’ off freely
Screamin’, “Fuck all y’all niggas!” in Swahili
Pistol packin’, fresh out of jail, I ain’t goin’ back
Release me to the care of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on yo’ ass, like an avalanche
A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys
Murder my foes, can’t control my nine
Hearin’ thoughts of my enemies pleadin’, “please”
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Picture me lettin’ this chump survive
Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died
‘Cause I’m troublesome

La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die

Young, strapped, and I don’t give a fuck
I’m hopeless
I live the Thug Life, losin’ my focus, ba-baby
I’m troublesome, ha ha
Bad Boy killa, there is no one realer
What you saw
Was the rough, rugged and raw: Outlaw!

“Murder, murder, my mind state,” shit ain’t changed
Since my last rhyme; the crime rate ain’t decline
Niggas bustin’ shots like they lost they mind
Like 25 to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen ‘cause he yearned to bang
Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?
Tried to warn the little nigga, “Either stop or die.”
Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep, I’m havin’ crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
God to forgive me ‘cause it’s wrong, but I plan to die
Either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to Hell, ‘cause I ain’t beggin’ for my life
Ain’t nothin’ worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life
I’m troublesome

In your wildest dreams you couldn’t picture a nigga like me
Hahahaha – I’m troublesome, I don’t give a fuck
I’m troublesome… like my nigga Napoleon said, nigga
Somebody gotta explain why I ain’t got shit
Ha ha, I’m troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique
Young, rugged and sick
Makaveli the Don, the Boss of all bosses
Mussolini, E.D.I. Amin, Hussein Fatal
Kadafi, Kastro, Napoleon, Po-Nitty
Haha, we ain’t fuckin’ around
Haha, we troublesome
Ayo, ha ha, we troublesome, I ain’t goin’, HA HAH
Young Kastro, the first to blast, the last one to dash
Goin’ for the hoes and the cash
Fuck you niggas! Outlawz! Ha hah!
Khadafi – trump tight, never sloppy
Them motherfuckers try to copy
But they can’t mock you, nigga, you’re too strong
Outlawz keep it goin’ on, you know whassup
Outlawz, Outlawz, all you niggas die
Outlawz, Outlawz
This is dedicated to the real niggas
All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets
(…Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die…)

Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, uh, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind

Feel like I’m destined
I don’t need no Smith & Wesson, no
Boy, who you testin’?
Fuck a Scantron, here’s your lesson, oh
Knife in intestine
Takin’ shots at all your brethren, no
Feel like I’m damaged
Girl I know you fucking planned this

All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
Girl you know when you call, make me feel right
All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
Girl you know when you call, make me feel right.

Energy Never Die
He Is Among Us
Long Live JAH!

Shit, tired of gettin’ shot at
Tired of gettin’ chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that’s just for us
Niggas ain’t gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y’knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain’t no heaven for a thug nigga
That’s why we go to thug mansion

I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care
But it’s so cold and I don’t know where
I brought you daffodils in a pretty string
But they won’t flower like they did last spring

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh – Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
So, choose your last words, this is the last time
‘Cause you and I, we were born to die

If I could recollect before my hood days
I’d sit, reminisce in bliss on the good days
I stop and stare at the younger
My heart goes to ’em
They tested, it was stressed that they under
We never really went through that
Because we was born B.C. – you and me before crack
And nowadays things changed
Everyone’s ashamed of the youth cause the truth look strange
And for me it’s reverse
We left them a world that’s cursed and it hurts
Cause any day they’ll push the button
And all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin’
Don’t ’em let me get teary
The world looks dreary
But when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
There is no need for you to fear me
If you take the time to hear me
Maybe you can learn to cheer me
It ain’t about black or white cause we’re human
I hope we’ll see the light before it’s ruined
My Ghetto Gospel!

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
So, choose your last words, this is the last time
‘Cause you and I, we were born to die

And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright
I’m just so tired to share my nights
I wanna cry and I wanna love
But all my tears have been used up

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh – Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
So, choose your last words, this is the last time
‘Cause you and I, we were born to die.

Hey there you, looking for a brighter season (yeah)
Need to lay your burden down (haha)
Hey there you, drowning in a helpless feeling
Buried under deeper ground (uh)
Yeah, okay, uh, uh, yeah

I seem depressed, always being bothered, never less
Keeping me out of prison and putting me to the test
They ask me what is happiness, you write it on a cheque
Or you feel it on the sweat, when your dick is in the breast

Hey there you
When the lights go out and you’re on your own
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you’re on your own

If death is what it seems, why is it so vividly portrayed within my dreams?
The fear of understanding the Devil’s running his course
Hatred’s not received, it’s coming straight from the source
Remorse, as this time becomes a factor, minds full of greed, exposing your benefactors
Backwards, pace backwards, everybody is superficial
Only breaching the surface, surface upon the Earth
And flames engulf the Earth, and prized possessions, they incinerate
This is far beyond any director tried to demonstrate
See the record, here’s the record, take the record, set it straight
Perplexed, only receive slumber when that heaven gates
And this is fairly simple for your breath, try and contemplate your conversates
Hesitate and navigate your inner traits
Back to a time where minds were just matter
If you stated opinions then bones would begin to shatter
It didn’t matter back then cause there was no reacting, acting up
Chevy in black, Acura
Accurate facts put the black in fact
If you thought that you are free, you should disregard that
All facts

Hey there you
When the lights go out and you’re on your own
Young X’ster, call me a young Dexter
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you’re on your own
My hypothesis is, death ain’t shit
Hey there you
I’d rather die than be alive in this life
When the lights go out and you’re on your own
Honestly full of strive and strive
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you’re on your own
Jah

Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin’—
Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin’—
Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin’—
Through the sky
Through-through the sky

Hey there you
When the lights go out and you’re on your own
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you’re on your own
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you’re on your own
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you’re on your own

Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin’—
Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin’—
Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin’—
Through the sky
Through-through the sky.

#ripxxxtentacion

R.I.P. XXXTentacion, Young X’ster…

Happy Birthday 2PAC!

I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise, the Lord, then break, the law
I take, what’s mine, then take, some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise, the Lord, then break, the law
I take, what’s mine, then take, some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours

Get it, text a message, I don’t know the number
Flexin’ on these niggas, every bone and muscle
Steady taking shots, but never hurting nothing
Even then you don’t worry none
And I’d like to give a shoutout to my niggas with the game plan
And shout-outs to my niggas with escape plans
Uh, twenty bands, rain dance
We can either rain check or we can make plans
Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay lets rock and roll this
Time to go, lock, stock and two smoking barrels
Locked and loaded
Diamonds glowing, chart-climbing on ’em
You’d think I’m jumping out the window how I got ’em open
Line around the corner, line ’em up to block and over
Times I even stop the smoking when it’s time to focus
My shades, Dior, my pants, velour
Create, explore, expand, conquer

Yeah, I sold, the pack, the loose, the hard (yeah)
I listened, to X, I peeped, the bars (yeah)
The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs
The games, a trap, protect, your heart (yeah)
I waited, in line, return, refine
The new, design, it’s time, to shine
To shine, to shine, to shine, to shine
I hustle, I flex, the world, is mine
So please, believe, allow, the greaze
These niggas, disease, don’t speak, we squeeze
I make, the devil, go weak, the knees
You hate, you’re lame, your loss

Uh, she came, I came, now what’s, my name?
My chain, my pants, my pants with the chain
They know, it’s me, the hat and the shades
They heard, my voice and they ran to the stage
My Vans, my braids, my mans, my babe
My girls, my ex, my hoes that I left
The way, I stepped out the car, that’s a flex
Give thanks, get fresh, praise the Lord then finesse, bless.

Tonight there’s gonna be a whole lotta smoke in the air
Blow it hard for the ones who ain’t here
Seems like every day we putting one six feet underground
So blessed
What goes up must come down

Now my buzz is gone, I need to re-up on reality
Can’t let them see me weak, I need to pause on it
Is there any possibility that everyone feels like me? Yeah
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast one
So put ’em high, let’s reminisce
You’re gone, but you’re never missed
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast one
So raise a glass to the memories
Set em’ free and fill up all those ashtrays
Fill up all those ashtrays

Tomorrow when you wake up and realize life ain’t fair
Throw it back and make the whole world disappear
You never miss what you had, ’til it’s gone
When it’s right, something always will go wrong

Now my buzz is gone, I need to re-up on reality
Can’t let them see me weak, I need to pause on it
Is there any possibility that everyone feels like me? Yeah
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast one
So put ’em high, let’s reminisce
You’re gone, but you’re never missed
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast one
So raise a glass to the memories
Set em’ free and fill up all those ashtrays
Fill up all those ashtrays

Now my buzz is gone, and I need to re-up on reality
Can’t let them see me weak I need to pause on it
Is there any possibility that everyone feels like me? Yeah
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast one
So put ’em high, and reminisce
You’re gone, but you’re never missed
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast one
So raise a glass to the memories and set em’ free
And fill up all the ashtrays
Fill up all the ashtrays.

The weight has been lifted
I buried the knife (buried)
Here comes the elephant carried by mice
Here to marry the mic (marriage)
The one tusk cut dipped in blood
Now dare me to write (dare me)
Watch a murder of crows
Turn into a pack of wolves
And prowl the streets for the feast they owe
Fat sacks and a stack of gold
Get blown and turn back to crows
I hear evil I see evil, but I speak needle
Full of medicine for all of these dead people
Sight beyond sight
Carry the eyes of a dead eagle treaded in the twilight
Leather bag of bones browns when the sun is shown
Ten fingers that have touched the globe
Ten toes to the dusty road
One skull made of bone ’bout to touch the throne

Eskimo with an icepick
Chipping icebergs down when I write shit
Priceless life lives off papyrus
High into the sky
Catches fire and falls right into your iris
Wipe the ash from your eyelashes
And follow on the white rabbit
Tonight you might catch it (catch-it)
Been clinging on to madness
But I finally built a kingdom from my passion
So start to divvy up the cash and
I pull the next world wonder out the back alley trash can
A vision ever lasting
They try to get em’ but they couldn’t build a prison that would trap him
But in this land here the shaman’s a king
Better follow your dreams or fall deep into the hollow of rings
I’ve gone into tomorrow it seems to suck the sorrow out, I spit my piece

Wake up face up with a heart to get right
And the world has gone wrong I’m darker than midnight
But I’m brighter than Zeus’ strikes from rolling these two dice
Tell me the world ends well I guess we got tonight
Dance on my own grave this ground is now sacred
The art, well it takes time my hands well they take bread
The engine in my heart starts to run in on hatred
No one make it far in this world with the faceless
Raise out the graves that get dated to fallen
Goodbye for them now no I’m out for my callin’
Staring out my chips ’bout to push them all in
Standing on the cliffs one slip and I’m falling

I wrote this one on Sunday with no sun rays
Under a grey and blue sky thinking one thing
Be a king by the time that the sun came
Now I rhyme while it shines like gold plates

Here comes the elephant carried by mice
Carried by mice, ca-carried by mice
Here comes the elephant
Here comes the elephant
Here comes the elephan…

Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermès link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures, causin’ mad hysteria
Momma see me on BET and started tearin’ up
I’mma start killin’ niggas, how you get that trife?
I attended Harlem picnics where you risked your life
Uncle used to skim work, sellin’ nicks at night
I was only 8 years old, watching Nick at Nite
Uncle Psycho was in that bathroom buggin’!
Knife to his guts, hope Daddy don’t cut him
Suicidal thoughts brought to me with no advisory
He was pitchin’ dummy, sellin’ fiends mad ivory
Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!
She was poppin’ pills like rappers in society
I fuck yo bitch for the irony
I’ll send Meechy at yo hoe if yo bitch keep eyein’ me

Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

I’ma explain why you probably never seen me
I’m in a sunken place, no Instagram, I’m watchin’ TV
I think I trade my breakfast, lunch and dinner for some kitty
Please believe me, I see RiRi, I’ma eat it like panini
I go dumb up in the broad, hit the walls like graffiti
Indian burns all up on a nigga wee-wee
I think I need a foursome, Bella, Kendall, Gigi
It’d be easy if Reneezy hook it all up on the leezy
I go crazy in my Yeezy, Kirk Kneezy on the beat
I told ’em now we finna glow up in the street
Rappers talk subliminal but they don’t talk to me
Put ’em in a Jersey shore like Pauly D.