Outside My Life

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