| A military mind, nigga
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| A military mind mean money
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| A criminal grind, nigga
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| A criminal grind mean hustle
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| You know
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| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
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| This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
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| Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger
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| Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggas
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| Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
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| And feared men grow on trees
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| Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
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| So niggas whisper when they mention
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| Machiavelli was my tutor, Donald Goines, my father figure
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| Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers
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| Henceforth, we thug niggas and we came in packs
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| Every one of my niggas strapped sippin' on 'Gnac
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| In the back, my AR-15
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| Thuggin' 'til I die, these streets got me cravin' thorazine
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| My lyrics are blueprints to money makin'
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| Fat as that ass that honey shakin'
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| My nigga tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| My nigga tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas despise, look in my eyes
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| I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
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| They call it overthuggin' and shit
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| But I was just a younger nigga, gettin' older and lovin' this shit
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| But what was I doin' in this place?
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| To the fakes without a pistol in the first
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| Facin' termination in the worst
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| But I figured to play the wall; |
| to watch all
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| These playa hatin' niggas position for I could see 'em all
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| Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
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| But it’ll never be a repeat, people, I’m tryna tell you
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| Now picture the scenery, I’m thugged out smokin' greenery
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| Considered a BG, but I’m off in this game something D-P
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| My eyes only see deez, that’s why I’m young and burnt out
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| Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out
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| And wide open, the ridin' and smokin'
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| Collidin' with foes in the worst place
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| Y’all shouldn’ta fucked with us, in the first place
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| Y’all real OGs, droppin' game to the youngsters
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| Y’all don’t want no funk 'cause
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| Y’all be the next in the long line of war stories
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| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| I breaks them off with this gangsta war story tale
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| Stacking loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12
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| Slap my clip in the chamber; |
| fool, your life’s in danger
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| No one will remain when I come through dumping insane
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| Call me Bo Loc Major Pain, gun-slang and moving 'caine
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| I be the nigga that’s pulling the trigger
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| And dumping the hot ones up in your brain
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| More bigger balls than RuPaul, Thug Life ain’t a ball
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| We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
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| Never been no sign for men call
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| How we bucks them down on the way to the ground
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| Ain’t nothing but the hog in me
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| Plus, stompin' steel toed, killin' up hoes and keep mobbin' G
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| It ain’t no calling the funk off
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| Don’t be funking with my sawed off
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| Bust they dirty-ass drawers off
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| And had them bitch niggas hauled off
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| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| My whole family been raised on shit that ain’t okay
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| Ain’t nothing on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
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| I’m reminiscing, and catchin' flashbacks when niggas ran up
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| In my house and I was too young, to try to blast back
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| What happend then? |
| No one would tell me since I was three
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| Heard that God took my peoples, now they living somewhere free
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| But fuck that, you got what’s mines and I want that
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| Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
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| And now I’m sitting, holding in anger because my parents missing
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| Thugging Immortal when got some war stories for you
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| Now look at me, straight Outlaw Immortal
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| Never gave a fuck 'cause I was nobody’s daughter
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| Outlawing from my tits to my clits, don’t try to figure |
| 'Cause the murderous tendencies in my mind
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| Can’t be controlled, nigga
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| So who’s the bigger, who’s the quickest killer?
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| Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
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| When I got you on kay-nine-fourths
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| Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth
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| We tradin' war stories
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| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
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| Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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| War stories nigga; |
| hahaha, what players do
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| Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
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| Motherfucking 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
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| Can you feel me?
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| Just so you know, it’s on Death Row
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| My niggas love that shit
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| Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh
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| Yea nigga! |
| Shout out to my niggas Fatal N Felony
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| C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
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| You know what time it is |