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[Featuring Outlaw Immortalz]
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Intro: (Voice speaking)
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You rang
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Is you down kichy or even might love to me
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Payin' bangin' another time
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Look we got the trigger to quicker the caper
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Fools leavin' they guns
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from the guns to the care to the bed to the scoop
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In this life ain't nothing they can think off
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But working overtime nigga
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Some motherfucking hard labor
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Verse 1: [Kastro Outlaw Immortalz]
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They got my,
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Kickin' in dust, dirty
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Bust me, they must be dreamin'
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Trust me these cowards heard a murder
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And they ain't tryin' to see it
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They got 'em in there
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When I was to young to be in
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So now I'm comatosed, shellshocked and barely breathin'
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But,
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still I respect the game
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Test me, you ain't Hussein
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Outlaw like Josey Wales
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Too tough to try to change
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C-Bo, they take me, change no
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We just slow at home
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Ready for war plus we deadly
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Verse 2: [Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
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I remember when one of my teachers told me
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That I ain't shit, and ain't gon never be shit
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Look at me now bitch and fluwed your kid with this
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Now we're rainin' on our enemies
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Hennessy got me critically,
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suddenly, instantly
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Knew their planin' with my misery
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It's to me from Makaveli the general
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Military mind, outlaw with camisole
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Critical condition for that hoes he fold
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It Hard Labor, knowin' this rap shit might save us
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Not from death, but where we came from
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Chorus: x2
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[Napolean - Outlaw Immortalz]
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Nigga, all we do is act a fool is stay thugged out (Thugged out)
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And the first nigga that act up was gettin' thugged out
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Change the paper...
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[Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz]
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...it's Hard Labor
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Made the biggest plan that niggas makin'
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Sound aped, cause it is rapin'
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They can't fake it more
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Verse 3: [Storm - Outlaw Immortalz]
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Gotta make more warriors
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Runnin' through my veins
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The story's told while the game's the same
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Fuck the world with your money, man, play the game
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Got stuck with your heartbeat, who's to blame
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What you know what I want, when you're bad as yours
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Got a vision of my enemies hittin' the floor
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From Makaveli to my Outlawz, I back 'em all
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Keep your mind on my riches, when I even the score
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First nigga where you at, speak, friend of fo'
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Got a 9-G locked, it's for if you fall
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Shoot first, let's play no different face
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I die for the shit, nigga Hard Labor
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Verse 4: [Kastro - Outlaw Immortalz]
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Pick up my block, cock
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Please not wanna put a stop to my plot
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They locked my bitch up
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And even tried to lock in my pops
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It's Hard Labor, my moms, you craw me thinkin' to major
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Mad, cause, nowadays too many hoes is on my pager
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Pussy and paper
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Pencil, politics and praise you
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Chase you and even chase me
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Straight to the penitentiary
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Nigga, the hard life, hard fight and hard capers
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Nigga, we're all thugs, overdosed in Hard Labor
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(Voice Speaking):
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Walked in the club and said a nigga drugs do us all
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Looked up and see my nigga Big C-Bo
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Verse 5: [C-Bo]
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Check I was born to this life ,a sin, as a young thug
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Releasin' stress over (?) gin, laced with mud
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From day one I knew is wasn't no motherfuckin' love
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They use to jump doin' hands and now they jump in new as lust
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I was confused first to see a church
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on this hell on earth
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But it was them fools first to took earth
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for what it was worth
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I was raised in this great community,
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when there was no unity
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And niggas be on they own,
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as soon they reached (?cutety?)
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Be you and me
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Runnin' back, in a Cadillac
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Fresh of a jack
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With two straps in a Pontiac
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With only one life to live
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I guess the Lord had only one life to give
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It seems so trifully, bought a hill
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This fast nigga's life's a sin
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It's hell on earth, ain't nothin' worse
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Than givin' birth to kid
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Talk to sin until he buried to dirt
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It's been a thug life since day one,
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when I was thugged in
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25 Years later got rid off thuggin' Hard Labor
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