Outlawz - God's Plan lyrics

[Verse 1: Outlawz] September 13th 1996, On the Vegas strip he laid to rest Ever since I had a hole in my chest And it happened the one day you ain't rock your vest Only 25 you ain't even reach your full potential Going through your struggle with the whole world watching you Sat by you in the hospital for 6 days straight I'm thinking damn how much can one man take My thug angel I won't stray you You saved us and raised us Homie this corner's like cages Graced the world with your presence Ima rep it till the d**h of me O-U-T-L-A-W-Z, the recipe I'm the voice of the slum, the hope for the young I'm the last outlaw man I know I'm the truth I was trained by the best to carry on tradition To carry the torch complete the mission, streets is listening They keep axing is Pac alive I tell em hell yea n***a you can see him in my eyes All you gotta do is look it's a page out the book We starting a new chapter This a cash bill ma**acre It's more than music Homie its a movement Only Makaveli know what we doing because he approved it It's all God's plan you ain't go nothing to do with Young n***as understand me, they know just why I do this [Verse 2: Outlawz] Homie this ain't love I was sent to you n***as from Pac Him and Khadafi was hot They thought ya'll was gon' stop This is God's plan, I am God's best friend I feel like I'm in the same car Pac got shot in But it's bulletproof f** Talking you can see the truth If your past is a hypocrite what the hell he teaching you Take the Farrakhan route and try to reach the youth My people dying before we get a chance to reproduce The government keep lying, god bless the f**ing troops While the bullets flying Bush sipping Grey Goose My little cousin doing life he only 22 Telling me he aite for something he didn't do We here for a reason, do you n***as understand? Ja, theres no man who can stop God's plan [Verse 3: Young Buck] Real n***as be saying, if your boy was living Rappers now a days, they wouldn't be getting I've been in the game real heavy since before '9-5 Knew BIG when his timbs used to lean to the side I'm a outlaw n***a, blood sweat and the tears Some of the realist from the row, yeah you heard me clear Yea they owe us some change because we done paid our dues I'm still hungry as hell, these rap n***as is food Looking for cash money so we heading to Cashville That n***a Buck real f** how you n***as feel Heater tucked still close to my flesh Kadafi on my mind, nothing but murder left