Tradin War Stories lyrics

Artist  : C-bo 
Song : Tradin War Stories



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[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 somethi