2Pac – Outlaw (feat. Dramacydal) Lyrics

Outlaw

2Pac (feat. Dramacydal)

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"Outlaw." - 2Pac (feat. Dramacydal)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 04:33 pm

Album: Me Against the World

Track No: 15

That's right, ****, you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker
I ain't mad at you at all
Ayo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up, Ra Ra
(****, is you stupid? I wanna be a motherfuckin' Outlaw)
That's right, ****, haha
Housing these hoes, you feel me?
(I ain't gon' offend 'cause)
You got to see that shit, keeping it real, ****, or what?
(Keeping it real)
How old are you, ****?
(I'm 11)
'Cause all I see is murder, murder
My mind state be occupied with homocide
Tryna survive through this crime rate
Dead bodies at block parties, those are lucky bastards
Gunfire, now they require there be closed caskets
Who can you blame? It's insane what we been through
Witnessing evil that these men do
Bitches sin too
In fact, they be the reasons **** get to bleeding
From the fucking fire when I leave 'em
You shoulda seen 'em
Hostile hoes catch elbows (Beeyotch!)
And foes disposed of
And snitches get dealt with, with no love
Body bags are 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
'Causing motherfuckers to bleed, they'll label me a
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
(They came in the city)
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Dear God, I wonder could you save me?
Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm living well
When I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in Hell, just as well
'Cause in my cell I'm keeping pictures of these bastards exercising
Visualizing every one inside a casket
Picture me blasting, surrounded **** in masks
Sent with a task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last, Heaven or Hell, freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can you tell?
And if we fail
High speeds and Thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy?
Drive bys and **** die
Murder without a motive, I'm making motherfuckers fry
Got me running from these coward ass, crooked ass cops
Helicopters tryna hover over **** till we drop
Got no time for the courts
My only thought is open fire
Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch 'cause she's a liar
Now it's time to expire
I see the judge, spray the bitch
Motherfuckers is crooked is what I scream and hit the fence
I commence to get wicked
Splitting grams as the plot thickens
Never missing, an early grave is my only mission
If I die, never worry, bury me beside my .45
May God forgive me, I was high, label me a
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
(They came in the city)
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Dear God, I wonder could you save me?
Society lie to me
I ain't never gonna try to be
My Marbury doing robberies and stick ups
Homies by the B's
I witness **** lose they chest
For ordinary reasons, **** bodies put to rest
So I just swallow my Beck's and holler, fuck 'em
And if I'm next, just let that **** step with something
I ain't fearing nothing
Young and thugging, prepare for busting if that's my destiny
Ready for whatever, see you **** can't get the best of me
(Hold me down) Definitely
No need for asking
(Now we mashin') Top speed, smoking weed, blasting
'Cause when I bust 'em they gon' shiver
The killer squad soldiers got bodies floating in the river
What is they saying?
Talking 'bout playing, they need to stop
That ain't gon' help
These **** spraying up my block
Tryna take my wealth
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
(They came in the city)
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Dear God, I wonder could you save me?
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
(They came in the city)
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Dear God, I wonder could you save me?
Fuck the judge, I got a grudge
Punk police, **** run the streets
It ain't nothing but music
Shit's changed
1995, the game has changed, motherfuckers is acting real strange
The rules is all rearranged
We got babies lying dead in the streets
These punk police just as crooked as me
But all I see is motherfuckers acting less than G's
Stop being a player hater, be an innovator, ****
Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger
Be a real motherfucker, keep it real, pack that steel
'Cause you know these streets is real evil
Motherfuckers wanna see me in my casket
Jealous, motherfucking bastards, I never die
Thug **** multiply
'Cause after me it's Thug Life, baby
Then the young thugs, then the youngest thug of all
My **** Ra Ra

Writer(s): 2Pac & Moe Z.

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