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[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 is

2pac и Dramacydal - Tradin War Stories – текст


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