Dramacydal Tradin War Stories Lyrics

Tradin War Stories Lyrics

[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 s