Chords for Outlaw

That's right nigga, you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker.
I ain't mad at you at all.
Ay yo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up, Rara?
Nigga if you stupid I wanna [Eb] be a [Gb] motherfuckin' outlaw.
That's right nigga. _
[Eb] Housin' these hoes, [Bb] you feel me?
I ain't gon' say nothing.
[Ebm] You got to be that shit, [Gb] you keepin' it real nigga or what?
[F] Keepin' it real.
How old are you nigga?
[Bb] I'm eleven.
Cause [Ebm] all I see is murder, murder, [Gb] my mind's state.
We [Fm] occupied with homicide, [Bb] tryna survive through the [Gb] shrine break.
Dead bodies in block parties, those are [Eb] lucky bastards.
Gunfire, [Bb] now they fire many [Ebm] close cats.
Who can you [Gb] blame?
It's insane what we [Eb] been through.
Witnessing [Bb] evil that these men do.
[Gb] Bitches sin too.
In fact they be the reasons niggas [Eb] get to bleedin'.
Full of fuckin' [Bb] pride when I leave em'.
You [Gb] shoulda seen em'.
Hops through hoes, catch elbows when [Gbm] hoes disposed of.
And [Bb] snitches get dealt with, with [Gb] no blood.
Body bags are adversaries that I [F] had to bury.
I broke the [B] law and they jaw, all in the [Ebm] same flurry.
But never [Gb] worry, they'll remember me through [Gbm] history.
Causing [Bb] motherfuckers to bleed.
They'll [Gb] label me a outlaw, outlaw, [F] outlaw.
[Bb] Give me the six.
[Gb] _ Outlaw, outlaw, [F] outlaw.
Hell, [Bb] God, I wonder could you [Ebm] save me?
Before I close my [Gb] eyes I fantasize I'm living [Eb] well.
When I awake and [Bb] realize I'm just a prisoner in [Ebm] hell.
Just as well cause in my [Gb] cell I'm keeping pictures of these [Eb] bastards.
Exercising, [Bb] visualizing everyone inside a [Ebm] casket.
Picture me [Gb] blasted, surrounded by [Eb] niggas in masks.
Sit with the [Bb] fast to harass and murder [Gb] my ass.
Will I last heaven to hell?
Freedom [F] of jail?
Shit's [Bb] hard, who can you tell?
And [Gb] if we fail?
High speeds and tired weed on the [B] freeway.
When will they [Bb] learn to take it easy?
[Gb] Drive-bys and niggas die.
Murder [F] without a motive while making [Bb] motherfuckers cry.
Got me [Gb] running from these coward ass, crooked ass cops.
[F] Helicopters trying to hover over [Bb] niggas till we drop.
Got no [Ebm] time for the court, my only [Gb] sword is open fire.
Hit the district attorney, but fuck that [Abm] bitch cause she's alive.
Now it's [Ebm] time to expire, I see the [Gb] judge spray the bitch.
[Fm] Motherfuckers, it's crooked, it's what I [Bb] scream and hit the fence.
I commit [Ebm] to get wicked, spitting [Gb] brown just to plot thickets.
[Fm] Never missing an early [Bb] grave is my only mission.
[Ebm] If I die, never [Gb] worry, bury me beside my [Eb] four fives.
May God forgive me, I was high, I'll label me a outlaw. _
Outlaw, outlaw, put [Bb] them in the cell.
[Eb] Fucking outlaw, [Gb] outlaw, outlaw.
Dear [Ab] God, I wonder if you could save me.
[Gb] Society lie to me, I ain't ever gonna try to be my [F] mama.
Be doing [Bb] robberies and stick ups on these [Gb] lot of D's.
I witness niggas lose they chest for [F] ordinary reasons.
Niggas bodies put to rest, so [Ebm] I jest.
Swallow my [Gb] becks and holler fuck em.
And [A] if I'm next, just let a [Eb] nigga step with something.
I ain't [Ebm] fearing nothing.
Young and thuggin', [Gb] prepare for bussing if that's my [F] destiny.
Ready for whatever, [Bb] see you niggas can't get the [Ebm] best of me.
Hold me down, [Gb] definitely, no need for [Eb] asking.
Now imagine, [Bb] smoking weed, [Gb] laughing.
Cause when I bust em they gon' shiver.
The [Eb] dealer squad soldiers got bodies [Bb] floating in the river.
What is [Gb] they saying?
Talking bout praying.
They need to stop, that ain't gon' help.
These niggas spraying up my blood.
Try to take my will.
Outlaw, outlaw, [F] outlaw.
They [Bb] came in to say.
[Gb] _ Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw.
Dear [Bb] God, I wonder could you [Gb] say.
Outlaw, outlaw, [Eb] outlaw.
They [Bb] came in to say.
[Gb] _ Outlaw, outlaw, [F] outlaw.
Dear [Bb] God, I wonder [Ab] could you say.
[Gb] Fuck the judge, I got a grudge.
Punk [Bb] police, niggas run the [Gb] streets.
_ It ain't nothing but [Fm] music.
_ [Bb] _ [Ebm] Shit's changed.
_ [Gb] _
[Eb] 1995, the game has changed.
[Bb] Motherfuckers is acting real strange.
[Ebm] The rules is all rearranged.
We [Gb] got babies lying dead in the streets.
[Eb] These punk police is as crooked as [Bb] niggas.
But all I see is [Ebm] motherfuckers acting less than G's.
Stop [Gb] being a player hater, be an [Eb] innovator nigga.
Fuck that shit, don't [Bb] be no entertainer and a stranger.
[Ebm] Be a real motherfucker, keep it [Gb] real.
Pack that steel, cause you [Eb] know these streets is real.
[Bbm] Motherfuckers wanna see me in my casket.
Jealous [Gb] motherfucking bastards.
I never [Eb] die, thug niggas [Bb] multiply.
Cause after me it's [Ebm] thug life baby.
Then the [N] young thugs, then the youngest thug of all.