2Pac (Tupac Shakur) - Tradin' War Stories Lyrics

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) -