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Tradin War Stories
by 2Pac



A military mind nigga.
A military mind mean money.
A criminal grind nigga.
A criminal grind mean hustle.
You know,

We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.

We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.

Now can your mind picture
A thug nigga drinking hard liquor.
This ghetto life has got me catching up to god quicker.
Who would figure that all I need was a
Hair trigga Semi-Automatic
Mack 11 just to scare niggas.
Pardon my thug poetry,
But suckers is born everyday
In fear of man grown ?.
Criminal ties for centuries.
A legend in my own rhymes,
So niggas whisper when they mention
Makaveli 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 sipping on 'gnac
In the back, my are 15.
Thuggin till I die.
These streets got me craving for a Throzine
My lyrics are blueprints to money making.
Fat as that ass that honey shaking.

We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.

We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.

I mind is straight trippin', thugging and shit.
They call it overthuggin' and shit.
But I was just a youngin' nigga getting older and loving this shit.
But what was I doing in this place?
To the fakes without a pistol in the first,
Facing termination in the worst.
But I figured to play the war,
To watch all these player hating niggas position,
For I could see em all.
Made it up out of there.
Lucky to be here.
Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat.
People I'm trying to tell you.

Now picture the scenery.
I'm thugged out smoking greenery.
Considered a BG(baby gangsta)
But I'm off in this game something deeply.
My eyes only see these
That's why I'm young and burned out
Learned to know how.
Well to do now.
By 18, turned out.
And wide open
To rob and smoking,
Collide with foes in the worst place.
Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place.
Y'all real OG's(original gangsta) dropping game to the youngsters.
Y'all don't want no fuck
'Cause y'all be the next in the long line of War Stories

We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.

We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.

I breaks em off with this gansta war story tale.
Stacking loot up in the coup that I protect with a Mack 12.
Slip my clip in the chamber.
Fool, your life's in danger.
No one will remain when I come through dumping insane.
Call me ? Major Payne.
Ya slain and movin' Kane.
I be the nigga pulling the trigga and
Dumping the hollow points in your brain.
Mo bigger balls that RuPaul.
Thug Life ain't a ball.
We bust that ass up against a wall.
? As for men ?
We bucks em down on the way to the ground.
Ain't nuttin but the hog in me.
This stuff is real, dough(though).
Killin the Po's and keep mobbing, G.
?
? with a sawed off.
'cause they dirty as drawers, y'all.
And had them bitch niggas hauled off.

We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.

We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.

My whole family had been raised on shit that ain't OK.
Ain't nothing on this earth will make a nigga like me stay.
I'm reminiscing and catching flashbacks when niggas
Ran up in my house and I was too young to try to blast back.
What happened then, no one would tell me since I was 3.
Heard they got to my peoples.
Now they living 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 sitting,
Holding in anger because my parents missing.
Thugging and murdering.
Got some war stories for ya.

Now look at me.
Straight Outlaw Immortal.
Never gave a fuck 'cause I was nobody's daughter.
Outlaw from my tits to my clits
Don't try to figure 'cause the murderous tendencies of my mind
Can 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 k-9 force
Praying to god as your life goes back and forth.

We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.

We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.

We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.

War stories, nigga.
Heh, heh. Ya playas, too.
Thug Life. Outlaw Immortals. Mother fucking Tupac AKA Makaveli.
Can you feel me?
Just say never
Say Death Row.
My niggas love that shit.
Dramacydal in this mother fucker.
Heh, heh. Yeah nigga. Shout outs to my niggas Fatal and Felony.
See-Bo, you bald head nut.
What?
You know what time it is.
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written by Thomas, Ricardo / Mosley, Michael / Cox, Katari / Daniels, Robert Louis / Newsome, Betty / Brown, James / Greenidge, Malcolm R / Beale, Motah / Thomas, Shaun / Shakur, Tupac Amaru
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group