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Tradin’ War Stories (Letra)

2Pac

2Pac

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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 outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas i despise.
Look in my eyes.

(chorus repeats once more)

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 trigga semi-automatic
Mack 11 just to scare niggas.
Pardon my thug poetry,
But suckers is born everyday
In fear of man grown [??].
Criminal ties for centuries.
A legend in my own rhymes,
So niggas whisper when they mention
Makaveli was my ?
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 ‘nac(cognac)
In the back, my ar 15.
Thuggin till i die.
These streets got me cravin for a throzine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin.
Fat as that ass that honey shakin.

Repeat chorus 2x

I mind is straight trippin’, thuggin and shit.
They call it overthuggin and shit.
But i was just a youngen 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 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.
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(baby gangsta)
But i’m off in this game something deeply.
My eyes only see these
That’s why i’m young and burned out
Learned to know how.
Well to do now.
By 18, turned out.
And wide open
To rob and smokin,
Collide with foes in the worst place.
Y’all shouldn’t of fucked with us in the first place.
Y’all real og’s(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters.
Y’all don’t want no fuck
Cuz y’all be the next in the long line of war stories

Chorus repeats 2x

I breaks em off with this gansta war story tale.
Stackin loot up in the coup that i protect with a mack 12.
Slip my clip in the chamber.
Fool, your life’s in danger.
No one will remain when i come through dumpin insane.
Call me [??] major payne.
Ya slain and movin’ kane.
I be the nigga pullin the trigga 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.
? as for men ?
We bucks em down on the way to the ground.
Ain’t nuttin but the hog in me.
This stuff is real, dough(though).
Killin the po’s and keep mobbin, g.
???
? with a sawed off.
Cuz they dirty as drawers, y’all.
And had them bitch niggas hauled off.

Chorus repeats 2x

My whole family had been raised on shit that ain’t ok.
Ain’t nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay.
I’m remincing 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 3.
Heard they got to my peoples.
Now they livin somewhere free.
But fuck that,
You got whats 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.

Now look at me.
Straight outlaw immortal.
Never gave a fuck cuz i was nobody’s daughter.
Outlaw from my tits to my clits
Don’t try to figure cuz the murderous tendencies of my mind
Can be controled, 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 k-9 force
Prayin to god as your life goes back and forth.

Chorus repeats through the rest of the song.

(spoken)

War stories, nigga.
Heh, heh. ya playas, too.
Thug life. outlaw immortals. mother fuckin tupac aka makaveli.
Can you feel me?
Just say never
Say death row.
My niggas love that shit.
Dramacydal in this mother fucker.
Heh, heh. yeah nigga. shout outs to my niggas fatal and felony.
C-bo, you bald head nut.
What?
You know what time it is.

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Tradin War Stories (Letra)

Tupac

Tupac

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[2Pac]
A military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know

Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)

We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes

[2Pac]
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)

[Fatal (?)]
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.

[Dramacydal (?)]
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

Chorus

[C-Bo]
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 RuPaul, Thug Life ain’t a ball
We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
(???) 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 dildo, killin (??) and keep mobbin G
It ain’t no problem (??) funk off
(???) blow down punks with my sawed off
Bust they dirty-ass drawers off
and had them bitch niggaz hauled off

Chorus

[Outlawz (?)]
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 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 I’mmortal, got some war stories for ya

[Storm]
Now look at me – straight Outlaw I’mmortal
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 (repeats through to end, getting softer)

[‘Pac talking]
War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do
Thug Life, Outlaw I’mmortalz
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