Speak Drum...Tell the real story.
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My alias is K-K-Kadafi
I'm from New W Jers where plenty murders occurs
Could'nt hold me back the lyrical attack (aaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyo)
Thinkin strugglin and hustling's my only fate
Toppin grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight
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Listen to the story the drums tell. (Scratched)*The,the,thethe* they say
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(aaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyo)
It’s up to 95
Do year 95 sound live
I’m through with crimes
No more running from one-time
Although I know what will I get for my title
When I was young, that nickel plated four fifth was my idol
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Getting bank loans while I’m sitting in my homies where I scheme of
So now what I dream of is a life full of trouble in fact, count double
Double stack play back
4 minute 500 and see L
Yeah I can see myself in it
Murder of money
U ever heard of a dummy with glocks between his tummy
Low down, dirty and crummy
Talkin bout that thug life be the only life I know
Talkin bout that drug life without this rap shit
Probably be the only route I go
And matter fact I know I’ll start fiending for this shit
(aaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyo)
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(Chorus)
(2pac)
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw
(Use Black Man)
(oo baby)
(help those brothers and sisters)
Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw
(Use Black Man)
(Throw your motherfuckin hands, Throw your motherfuckin hands up)
(people are growin for them)
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Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin'
