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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