Tradin' War Stories

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

We tradin' war stories. We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise. Look in my eyes.
(Repeat)

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 MAC-11 just to scare niggas?
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 niggas whisper when they mention Makaveli was my Buddha,
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 gac.
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's shakin'.

We tradin' war stories. We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise. Look in my eyes.
(Repeat)

I must of traded tricks buggin' and shit.
They call it over thuggin and shit.
But I'm just a younger nigger 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 to 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 but I'm offering this game something deeper.
My eyes on the CD's, that's why I'm young and worked out.
Learned the know-how, well how to do now. By 18, turned out.
And wide open, the rhyme is smokin',
kill all my foes in the worst place.
Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place.
Y'all real OG's droppin' game to the youngsters.
Y'all don't want no fun 'cause y'all be the next
in the long line of war stories

We tradin' war stories. We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise. Look in my eyes.
(Repeat)

I starts 'em off with this gansta raw 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 Bolo Major Pain. To slay and move and gain.
I'll be the nigger pullin' the trigger
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 a wall. No son of a man call,
We bucks 'em down on the way to the ground.
Ain't nothin but the hog in me.
This stuff is real, dough(though).
Killin' up ho's and keep mobbin, G.
It ain't no calling the funk off.
Double-ought buck through a sawed off
blast they dirty ass drawers off,
and had them bitch niggas hauled off.

We tradin' war stories. We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise. Look in my eyes.
(Repeat)

My whole family been raised on shit that ain't ok.
Ain't nothin' 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 happened 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' and murderin'. Got some war stories for ya.

(Storm)
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 in my mind 
can't be controled, nigga.
So who's the bigger? Who's the quickest killer?
Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milli.
When I got you on canine force.
Prayin' to god as your life goes back and forth.

We tradin' war stories. We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise. Look in my eyes.
(Repeat and fade...)

"War stories, nigga. What players do.
Thug Life. Outlaw Immortals. Mother fuckin' Tupac, a.k.a. Makaveli.
Can you feel me? Just so you know, it's on Death Row.
My niggas love that shit. Dramacydal in this mother fucker.
Yeah nigga.  Shout outs to my niggas Fatal and Felony.
C-Bo, and bald head nut. What? You know what time it is."



Transcription 1996 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by T. Shakur, M. Mosley.
Contains a sample from It's A Man's Man's World as recorded by James Brown.
Copyright 1996, Death Row Records/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.