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[2 Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A
criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You
know
[Chorus: 2 Pac (repeat 2X)]
We tradin war stories, we
Outlawz on the rise Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my
eyes
[2 Pac] 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 is
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