Tradin War Stories
2Pac
[2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X) We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes [2Pac] Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs. Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac) In the back, my AR-15 Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine My lyrics are blueprints to money makin Fat as that ass that honey shakin Chorus (w/ Outlawz) [Fatal (?)] I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit They call it overthuggin and shit But I was just a younger nigga; gettin older and lovin this shit But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first, facin termination in the worst But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these playa hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you. [Dramacydal (?)] Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out And why I do it - the ridin and smokin Collidin with foes - in the worst place; y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us ,in the first place Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters Y'all don't want no funk cause y'all be the next in the long line of war stories Chorus [C-Bo] I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12 Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga and dumpin the hollow points in your brain Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall) (???) Never been no (??) men How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground ain't nuttin but the hog in me Bust off his dildo, killin (??) and keep mobbin G It ain't no problem (??) funk off (???) blow down punks with my sawed off Bust they dirty-ass drawers off and had them bitch niggaz hauled off Chorus [Outlawz (?)] My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay I'm reminiscin, and catchin flashbacks when niggas ran up in my house and I was too young, to try to blast back What happend then? No one would tell me since I was three Heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back And now I'm sittin, holdin in anger because my parents missin Thuggin Immortal, got some war stories for ya [Storm] Now look at me - straight Outlaw Immortal Never gave a fuck cause I was nobody's daughter Outlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, nigga So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer? Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth We tradin war stories Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer) ['Pac talking] War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz Motherfuckin Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli Can you feel me? Just so you know, it's on Death Row My niggaz love that shit Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatal and Felony C-Bo, the bald head nut, what? You know what time it is2pac classic hip-hop Gangsta Rap Good Ol Days oh personal favourite rap Real hip-hop schrockstar West Coast Rap
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