Mr. Lee - I'm An Outlaw lyrics

Fatal (Talking): Hey, hey, you ain't no Outlaw Get em'! Ya'll n***as is hoes Chorus: Fatal and (Young Noble) (repeat 8x) Is you an Outlaw? (I'm an Outlaw) (Fatal) I went from Dirty Bruce man to Hussein, Its a two game table Fatal i'll run up with my gun up, try to shoot tanks n***a You dont want it when I co*k the pump, co*k and dump Let off at ya shots and lump, I gots to dump Shoot from jail, block ya bump If I fell off, I caught on and forgot to jump Sheech ya man, he'll never speak again Greet ya fam, ice grill heat in hand Whats the deal?, real n***as tuck the steal Bust to k**, big bends is up the hill Locks it down, take it when I co*k the pound Rock ya town, and roll when the top is down Is Pac around? I dont know, Kadaf was found One in the head, dead on the project ground If its on then its on, we rape beat breaks Outlawz! they wanna be us on a fake we takes Chorus (Repeat 8x) (Young Noble) Apply pressure like pliars, whatever my kind desires It ain't hard to find us, we even started as minors Put the bullsh** behind us, we movin forward Eat cheese and get you k**ed, and whoever you wasn't caught with Signing statments, now I'm flying places Denying that you hating, thats the way that ya go How did I know? Look at what the game done to me Mother-f** the world cuz we grew up (???), trust me I stay dusty like I live down in New, I'm used to Fell off the block now we're selling out stores Yelling Outlaw when we riding down you street n***as think that Pac gone that it ain't no beef You f**in dickhead, Outlawz spit lead And tonight, when you come home I'm gon be laying in your bed So when you put your key in the lock, make sure your heat co*ked You was scared when he was alive, but now you gotta face Pac, its on Chorus (Repeat 8x) Sicker than same faces, Hussein case is not to Be forgot, n***a ask Pac who shot you Last block I got you, burnt it up on ya'll Can I stop you?, c'mon dogg, I turn it up on ya'll Little h*mo thugs and thats word to Kadafi I spit at Mobb Deep, had to holla at Junior Mafia Toured with Yak, watching fake n***as spit out Ignored the eyes, told them jake n***as "get outta here" Hit em with that, I diss ya'll and stand in the jects Handiling techs, lick off and hit your man in the neck And you was next, you ran so I spit on your back My daughter a firebug, so she sit on the mac Stop with your job, I co*k and put my Glock in ya eyes You think I'd be sitting in the county if Pac was alive I'm illa than that, Outlawz is realer than that If ya wifey be feeling Hussein, then I'm feeling her back You ain't no Outlaw (Fatal talking) Watered down a** n***a, b**h made n***a s** a dick! Chorus (Repeat 8x) (Fatal talking) Uh, Outlaw! Operating Under Thug Laws As Warriors! What? ya'll n***as thought we forgot! We still together! Outlawz forever! This is ressurection sh**! We gonna keep on riding! Get down! Liutenant will mash on you fake a** n***as! Where you want it?! Wherever you go, you got it comin, its smothered! We got the game in check!