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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 and fear of man grow on trees.
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.
Hits fall.
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 thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin.
Fat as that ass that honey shakin.
Repeat chorus 2X
I must stay 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 greenary.
Considered a BG(baby gangsta) but I`m offering
This game something deeper.
My eyes only see these-aca Send " Tradin War Stories" Ringtone to your Cell