2Pac – Tradin' War Stories (feat. Storm, C-Bo, Outlawz & CPO) Lyrics

2Pac – Tradin' War Stories (feat. Storm, C-Bo, Outlawz & CPO) Lyrics
Tradin' War Stories
2Pac (feat. Storm, C-Bo, Outlawz & CPO)
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    "Tradin' War Stories." - 2Pac (feat. Storm, C-Bo, Outlawz & CPO)

    Album: All Eyez On Me
    Track No: 11
    A military mind, ****
    A military mind mean money
    A criminal grind, ****
    A criminal grind mean hustle
    You know
    We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    Now can your mind picture a thug **** 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 ****
    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 **** whisper when they mention
    Machiavelli was my tutor, Donald Goines, my father figure
    Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers
    Henceforth, we thug **** and we came in packs
    Every one of my **** strapped, sippin' on 'Gnac
    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 **** tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories
    I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
    They call it overthuggin' and shit
    But I was just a younger ****, 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' ****' 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 tryna tell you
    Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out, smokin' greenery
    Considered a BG, but I'm off in this game something deeply
    My eyes only see G's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
    Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
    And wide open, to ridin' and smokin'
    Collide with foes in the worst place
    Y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us in the first place
    Y'all real OGs, 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 **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    I breaks them off with this gangster war story tale
    Stacking loot up in the coupe that I protect with a MAC-12
    Slap my clip in the chamber, fool, your life's in danger
    No one will remain when I come through dumping insane
    Call me Bo Loc Major Pain, gun-slang and moving 'caine
    I be the **** that pulling a trigger and dumping the hot ones up in your brain
    More bigger balls than RuPaul, Thug Life fade 'em all
    We bucks that ass up against the wall, and ain't no sign of a man call
    We bucks them down on the way to the ground, ain't nothin' but the hog in me
    Plus, stompin' steel toed, killin' up hoes and keep mobbin' G
    It ain't no calling the funk off, now dumping out bucks with a sawed off
    Blast they dirty-ass drawers off and have them bitch **** hauled off
    We tradin' war stories
    War stories, we Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories
    My whole family been raised on shit that ain't okay
    Ain't nothin' on this Earth will make a **** like me stay
    I'm reminiscin', and catchin' flashbacks
    When **** 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, went got some war stories for you
    Now look at me, straight Outlaw Immortal
    Never gave a fuck 'cause I was nobody's daughter
    Outlawing from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
    'Cause the murderous tendencies in my mind can't be controlled, ****
    So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
    Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
    When I got you on kay-nine-fourths
    Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth
    We tradin' war stories
    We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
    Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
    War stories, ****
    What players do
    Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
    Motherfucking 2Pac a.k.a Makaveli
    Can you feel me?
    Just so you know, it's on Death Row
    My **** love that shit
    Dramacydal in this motherfucker
    Yeah, ****, shout out to my **** Fatal N Felony
    C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
    You know what time it is

    Writer(s): 2Pac, M. Mosley, R. Thomas, M. Greenidge, K. Cox & M. Beale.

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