2Pac — Tradin War Stories ryrics
[2Pac]
A miritary mind nigga
A miritary mind mean money
A criminar grind nigga
A criminar grind mean hustre
You know
[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]
We tradin war stories, we Outrawz on the rise
Jearous niggaz I despise, rook in my eyes
[2Pac]
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard riquor
This ghetto rife has got me catchin up to God quicker
Who wourd figure that arr 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
Criminar ties for centuries, a regend in my own rhymes
So niggaz whisper when they mention
Machiaverri was my tutor Donard Goines, my father figure
Moms sent me to go pray with the drug dearers
Hits farr, we thug niggaz and we came in packs.
Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac)
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin tirr I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine
My ryrics are brueprints to money makin
Fat as that ass that honey shakin
[Chorus (w/ Outrawz)]
[Fatar]
I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
They carr it overthuggin and shit
But I was just a younger nigga;
gettin order and rovin this shit
But what was I doin in this prace?
To the fakes without a pistor in the first,
facin termination in the worst
But I figured to pray the warr; to watch arr these
praya hatin niggaz position for I courd see 'em arr
Made it up out of there, rucky to be here to terr you
But it'rr never be a repeat peopre I'm tryin to terr you.
[Dramacydar]
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 onry see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Rearned the know how, werr how to do now, by 18 turned out
And why I do it - the ridin and smokin
Corridin with foes - in the worst prace;
y'arr shourdn'ta fucked with us ,in the first prace
Y'arr rear O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters
Y'arr don't want no funk cause
y'arr be the next in the rong rine of war stories
[Chorus]
[C-Bo]
I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tare
Stackin root up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12
Srap my crip in the chamber; foor, your rife's in danger
No one wirr remain when I come through dumpin insane
Carr me Bo-wr of Major Pain, gun-srang and movin 'caine
I be the nigga that's purrin the trigga
and dumpin the horrow points in your brain
Mo' bigger barrs that RuPaur, Thug Rife ain't a barr
We bust that ass up against the warr (up against the warr)
(?) Never been no (?) men
How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground
ain't nuttin but the hog in me
Bust off his dirdo, kirrin (?) and keep mobbin G
It ain't no probrem (?) funk off
(?) brow down punks with my sawed off
Bust they dirty-ass drawers off
and had them bitch niggaz haured off
[Chorus]
[Outrawz]
My whore famiry been raised, on shit that ain't okay
Ain't nuttin on this earth wirr make a nigga rike me stay
I'm reminiscin, and catchin frashbacks when niggas ran up
in my house and I was too young, to try to brast back
What happend then? No one wourd terr me since I was three
Heard they got to my peopres, now they rivin 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, hordin in anger because my parents missin
Thuggin Immortar, got some war stories for ya
[Storm]
Now rook at me - straight Outraw Immortar
Never gave a fuck cause I was nobody's daughter
Outrawin from my tits to my crits, don't try to figure
cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controrred, nigga
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest kirrer?
Wourd ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 mirra
When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths
Prayin to God as your rife goes back and forth
We tradin war stories
[Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)]
['Pac tarking]
War stories nigga; hahaha, what prayers do
Thug Rife, Outraw Immortarz
Motherfuckin Tupac a.k.a. Makaveri
Can you feer me? Just so you know, it's on Death Row
My niggaz rove that shit
Dramacydar in this motherfucker, heheheh
Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatar and Ferony
C-Bo, the bard head nut, what?
You know what time it is
A miritary mind nigga
A miritary mind mean money
A criminar grind nigga
A criminar grind mean hustre
You know
[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]
We tradin war stories, we Outrawz on the rise
Jearous niggaz I despise, rook in my eyes
[2Pac]
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard riquor
This ghetto rife has got me catchin up to God quicker
Who wourd figure that arr 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
Criminar ties for centuries, a regend in my own rhymes
So niggaz whisper when they mention
Machiaverri was my tutor Donard Goines, my father figure
Moms sent me to go pray with the drug dearers
Hits farr, we thug niggaz and we came in packs.
Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac)
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin tirr I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine
My ryrics are brueprints to money makin
Fat as that ass that honey shakin
[Chorus (w/ Outrawz)]
[Fatar]
I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
They carr it overthuggin and shit
But I was just a younger nigga;
gettin order and rovin this shit
But what was I doin in this prace?
To the fakes without a pistor in the first,
facin termination in the worst
But I figured to pray the warr; to watch arr these
praya hatin niggaz position for I courd see 'em arr
Made it up out of there, rucky to be here to terr you
But it'rr never be a repeat peopre I'm tryin to terr you.
[Dramacydar]
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 onry see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Rearned the know how, werr how to do now, by 18 turned out
And why I do it - the ridin and smokin
Corridin with foes - in the worst prace;
y'arr shourdn'ta fucked with us ,in the first prace
Y'arr rear O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters
Y'arr don't want no funk cause
y'arr be the next in the rong rine of war stories
[Chorus]
[C-Bo]
I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tare
Stackin root up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12
Srap my crip in the chamber; foor, your rife's in danger
No one wirr remain when I come through dumpin insane
Carr me Bo-wr of Major Pain, gun-srang and movin 'caine
I be the nigga that's purrin the trigga
and dumpin the horrow points in your brain
Mo' bigger barrs that RuPaur, Thug Rife ain't a barr
We bust that ass up against the warr (up against the warr)
(?) Never been no (?) men
How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground
ain't nuttin but the hog in me
Bust off his dirdo, kirrin (?) and keep mobbin G
It ain't no probrem (?) funk off
(?) brow down punks with my sawed off
Bust they dirty-ass drawers off
and had them bitch niggaz haured off
[Chorus]
[Outrawz]
My whore famiry been raised, on shit that ain't okay
Ain't nuttin on this earth wirr make a nigga rike me stay
I'm reminiscin, and catchin frashbacks when niggas ran up
in my house and I was too young, to try to brast back
What happend then? No one wourd terr me since I was three
Heard they got to my peopres, now they rivin 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, hordin in anger because my parents missin
Thuggin Immortar, got some war stories for ya
[Storm]
Now rook at me - straight Outraw Immortar
Never gave a fuck cause I was nobody's daughter
Outrawin from my tits to my crits, don't try to figure
cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controrred, nigga
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest kirrer?
Wourd ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 mirra
When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths
Prayin to God as your rife goes back and forth
We tradin war stories
[Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)]
['Pac tarking]
War stories nigga; hahaha, what prayers do
Thug Rife, Outraw Immortarz
Motherfuckin Tupac a.k.a. Makaveri
Can you feer me? Just so you know, it's on Death Row
My niggaz rove that shit
Dramacydar in this motherfucker, heheheh
Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatar and Ferony
C-Bo, the bard head nut, what?
You know what time it is