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Concentration Camp - Outside My Life lyrics
Talking (deep voice] Welcome to the concentration camp Maxminelli (voices in the background) J von C loc Young Bleed Leetyme [Maxminelli] Na na i can lay low for a G lay low for a meal My mind is at my control if I say so then he will I got some thangs in mind the situation at hand I'm a sick man down with the program I'm anybody understand my plan then they can feel what i felt We mad at the world, fuck being anythang else We bringing paper to the table, we taking joyful in stride It ain't as easy to survive as it is to die right Ebony queen on my side when I'm shining Niggas looking at me like I don't belong where I'm residing He who beholds the tightest game shall prevail Through hard times and saphire dreams aiming to fail Stale as dirty down to your last pants and shirt How the fuck life feeling neglected and hurt Though we know not what we do, we still do what it takes Until the truth is revealed, these fake niggas seem real Still sealing they faith, and making injured reserved Something that they expereinced, no longer something they heard of But you'll hear about it quick Cause everybody talk shit Loud fo' publication Maintaining reputation (Chorus 1) Outside my life in rhyme, outside the world No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure -echo-) Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself (Chorus 2) On the outside my life in rhyme, outside the world No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure -echo-) Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself (Uh Huh) [Young Bleed] I suggest you focus on tomorrow, with a third eye view See the game for what it is, then its all on you I stand true for what I do for life and love and legacy Tryin the life I live, never like my destiny I'm tryin to be forever free Some niggas will never be Steadily stackin up confedi, playin with weapons Runnin through the ghetto ask no questios tell no lies, ain't no alabis huggin highs And the devil in disguise We visualize the same dream with cream Through the sick team Shinin like diamonds comin down in southern clean (hittin side ways) Slowly watchin the world go 'round Ain't a thang popa on the low down Prepared for the showdown The future holds nothing else left but confrontation And conversation runnin nation Over music and melodies mashin out in the glass hoe Bailin with felons, ready to blast though Nigga, ha ha see it through my eyes, try to feel my fury and flame Just for playin ghetto games And life goes on and on Flipin till the break of dawn Hustlin, tryin to get it before its gone (Chrous 1) [C-loc] Wait a minute, all my in-laws gated The way I hold my composure in suicidal situations is scary Legendary, like the lone ranger, with a fist full of dollars Malitious intent You heaven sent So follow me to a world where thugs no longer die young But yet make millions sellin street game to avoid number one This shit ain't funny no more, bitches done gave the game up It ain't quick money no more, the feds done fucked my name up Throwin up, frome the hennesy and fat sacks of weed Tryin to regain my sanity, fuckin with bleed Greed, invy, and lust are common ghetto problems but In gats i trust so playa I'm to solve quick (Chorus 1) (Chorus 2 |
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