2 Pac - Tradin' War Stories Lyrics
A military mind nigga.A military mind mean money.A criminal grind nigga.A criminal grind mean hustle.You know,We tradin war stories.We outlaws on the rise.Jealous niggas I despise.Look in my eyes.(chorus repeats once more)Now can your mind pictureA thug nigga drinkin hard liquor.This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker.Who would figure that all I need was aHair trigga semi-automaticMack 11 just to scare niggas.Pardon my thug poetry,But suckers is born everydayIn fear of man grown [? ? ].Criminal ties for centuries.A legend in my own rhymes,So niggas whisper when they mentionMakaveli was my ?My father figure.Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers.Hence forth.We thug niggas and we came in packs.Every one of niggas strapped sippin on nac(cognac)In the back, my ar 15.Thuggin till I die.These streets got me cravin for a throzineMy lyrics are blueprints to money makin.Fat as that ass that honey shakin.Repeat chorus 2xI mind is straight trippin, thuggin and shit.They call it overthuggin and shit.But I was just a youngen 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 war,To watch all these playa hatin niggas position,For I could see em all.Made it up out of there.Lucky to be here.Tell you, but itll never be a repeat.People Im tryin to tell you.Now picture the scenery.Im thugged out smokin greenery.Considered a bg(baby gangsta)But Im off in this game something deeply.My eyes only see theseThats why Im young and burned outLearned to know how.Well to do now.By 18, turned out.And wide openTo rob and smokin,Collide with foes in the worst place.Yall shouldnt of *****ed with us in the first place.Yall real ogs(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters.Yall dont want no *****Cuz yall be the next in the long line of war storiesChorus repeats 2xI breaks em off with this gansta war story tale.Stackin loot up in the coup that I protect with a mack 12.Slip my clip in the chamber.Fool, your lifes in danger.No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane.Call me [? ? ] major payne.Ya slain and movin kane.I be the nigga pullin the trigga andDumpin the hollow points in your brain.Mo bigger balls that rupaul.Thug life aint a ball.We bust that ass up against a wall.? as for men ?We bucks em down on the way to the ground.Aint nuttin but the hog in me.This stuff is real, dough(though).Killin the pos and keep mobbin, g.? ? ?? with a sawed off.Cuz they dirty as drawers, yall.And had them ***** niggas hauled off.Chorus repeats 2xMy whole family had been raised on shit that aint ok.Aint nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay.Im remincing and catchin flashbacks when niggasRan 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 3.Heard they got to my peoples.Now they livin somewhere free.But ***** that,You got whats mines and I want that.Never drop my guardBeen on the squadSince ways back.And now Im sittin,Holdin in anger because my parents missin.Thuggin and murderin.Got some war stories for ya.Now look at me.Straight outlaw immortal.Never gave a ***** cuz I was nobodys daughter.Outlaw from my tits to my clitsDont try to figure cuz the murderous tendencies of my mindCan be controled, nigga.So whos the bigger?Whos the quickest killer?Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla.When I got cha, on k-9 forcePrayin to God as your life goes back and forth.Chorus repeats through the rest of the song.(spoken)War stories, nigga.Heh, heh. ya playas, too.Thug life. outlaw immortals. mother *****in tupac aka makaveli.Can you feel me?Just say neverSay death row.My niggas love that shit.Dramacydal in this mother *****er.Heh, heh. yeah nigga. shout outs to my niggas fatal and felony.C-bo, you bald head nut.What?You know what time it is.
