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    2Pac / Lyrics

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    "Tradin' War Stories" Lyrics

    2Pac feat. C.P.O., C-Bo, Outlawz and The Storm

    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 (Cognac)
    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

    [Chorus] w/ Outlawz

    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

    [Edi Amin]
    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



    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 than RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball
    We bust that ass up against the wall (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


    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 happend then? No one would tell me since I was three
    Heard that God took my peoples, now they living 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, 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 the 9 milla
    When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths
    Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth
    We tradin war stories

    [Chorus] - repeat to the end, getting softer

    [2Pac talking]
    War stories nigga; hahaha, 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, heheheh
    Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatal and Felony
    C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
    You know what time it is
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Betty Newsome, Betty Jean Newsome, James Brown, Mike Mosley, Tupac Shakur, Tupac Amaru Shakur.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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