Tradin' War Stories

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

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

(Chorus repeats once more)

Now can your mind picture
A thug nigg* drinkin hard liquor.
This ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker.
Who would figure that all I need was a
Hair trigga Semi-Automatic
Mack 11 just to scare .
Pardon my thug poetry,
But suckers is born everyday
And fear man.
Like growing trees,
Criminal ties for centuries.
A legend in my own mind,
Some whisper when they mention
Makaveli was my true to title calm
My father figure.
Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers.
Hence forth.
We thug and we came in packs.
Every one of strapped sippin on 'nac(Cognac)
In the back, my AR 15.
Thuggin till I die.
These streets got me cravin for a Thorozine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin.
Fat as that as* that honey shakin.

Repeat chorus 2X

I mind is straight trippin', thuggin and s**t.
They call it overthuggin and s**t.
But I was just a youngen nigg* gettin older and lovin this s**t.
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 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 tryin to tell you.

Now picture the scenery.
I'm thugged out smokin 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 smokin,
collide with foes in the worst place.
Y'all shouldn't of fked with us in the first place.
Y'all real OG's(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters.
Y'all don't want no fk
Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of War Stories

Chorus repeats 2X

I 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 life's in danger.
Not one will remain when I come through dumpin insane.
Call me Lieut (Lieutenant) Major Payne.
Ya slain and movin' Kane.
I be the nigg* 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 as* 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 mobbin, G.
???
? with a sawed off.
Cuz they dirty as drawers, y'all.
And had them b*tch hauled off.

Chorus repeats 2X

My whole family had been raised on s**t that ain't ok.
Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigg* like me stay.
I'm reminiscing and catchin flashbacks when
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 3.
Heard they got to my peoples.
Now they livin somewhere free.
But fk that,
You got whats 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 and murderin.
Got some war stories for ya.

Now look at me.
Straight Outlaw Immortal.
Never gave a fk cuz I was nobody's daughter.
Outlaw from my t*ts to my cl*ts
Don't try to figure cuz the murderous tendencies of my mind
Can be controled, nigg*.
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
Prayin to god as your life goes back and forth.

Chorus repeats through the rest of the song.

(Spoken)

War stories, nigg*.
Heh, heh. What playas do!
Thug Life. Outlaw Immortals. Mother fkin Tupac AKA Makaveli.
Can you feel me?
Just so you know
Its on Death Row.
My love that s**t.
Dramacydal in this mother fker.
Heh, heh. Yeah nigg*. Shout outs to my Fatal and Felony.
C-Bo, you bald head nut.
What?
You know what time it is.