| 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 Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| 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 | |
| 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' | |
| My niggas tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| 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 Ru Paul, Thug Life ain't a ball | |
| We bust that ass up against the wall | |
| Never been no sign for men call | |
| How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground | |
| Ain't nuttin but the hog in me | |
| Bust off his dildo, killin' up hoes and keep mobbin' G | |
| It ain't no calling the funk off, don't be funking with my sawed off | |
| Bust they dirty-ass drawers off and had them bitch niggaz hauled off | |
| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| 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 happened then? No one would tell me since I was three | |
| Heard that God took 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, we got some war stories for ya | |
| 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 that 9 milla? | |
| When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths, prayin' to God | |
| As your life goes back and forth | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise | |
| Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes | |
| War stories nigga, ha ha ha, 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, he he he | |
| Yea nigga, shout out to my niggaz Fatal and Felony | |
| C-Bo, the bald head nut, what? You know what time it is? |
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