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A military mind mean money.
A criminal grind *****.
A criminal grind mean hustle.
We trading war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous *****s I despise.
Look in my eyes.
Now can your mind picture
A thug ***** drinking hard liquor.
This ghetto life has got me catching up to god quicker.
Who would figure that all I need was a
Hair trigga Semi-Automatic
Mack 11 just to scare *****s.
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 *****s whisper when they mention
Makaveli was my ?
My father figure.
Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers.
We thug *****s and we came in packs.
Every one of *****s strapped sipping on 'nac(Cognac)
In the back, my are 15.
Thuggin till I die.
These streets got me craving for a Throzine
My lyrics are blueprints to money making.
Fat as that *** that honey shaking.
I mind is straight trippin', thugging and ****.
They call it overthuggin' and ****.
But I was just a youngin' ***** getting older and loving this ****.
But what was I doing in this place?
To the fakes without a pistol in the first,
Facing termination in the worst.
But I figured to play the war,
To watch all these player hating *****s 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 trying to tell you.
Now picture the scenery.
I'm thugged out smoking 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 smoking,
Collide with foes in the worst place.
Y'all shouldn't of ****ed with us in the first place.
Y'all real OG's(original gangsta) dropping game to the youngsters.
Y'all don't want no ****
'cause y'all be the next in the long line of War Stories
I breaks em off with this gansta war story tale.
Stacking 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 dumping insane.
Call me ? Major Payne.
Ya slain and movin' Kane.
I be the ***** pulling the trigga and
Dumping the hollow points in your brain.
Mo bigger balls that RuPaul.
Thug Life ain't a ball.
We bust that *** 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 mobbing, G.
? with a sawed off.
'cause they dirty as drawers, y'all.
And had them ***** *****s hauled off.
My whole family had been raised on **** that ain't OK.
Ain't nothing on this earth will make a ***** like me stay.
I'm reminiscing and catching flashbacks when *****s
Ran up in my house and I was too young to try to blast back.
What happened then, no one would tell me since I was 3.
Heard they got to my peoples.
Now they living somewhere free.
But **** that,
You got what's mines and I want that.
Never drop my guard
Been on the squad
Since ways back.
And now I'm sitting,
Holding in anger because my parents missing.
Thugging and murdering.
Got some war stories for ya.
Now look at me.
Straight Outlaw Immortal.
Never gave a **** 'cause I was nobody's daughter.
Outlaw from my **** to my clits
Don't try to figure 'cause the murderous tendencies of my mind
Can be controlled, *****.
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
Praying to god as your life goes back and forth.
War stories, *****.
Heh, heh. Ya playas, too.
Thug Life. Outlaw Immortals. Mother ****ing Tupac AKA Makaveli.
Can you feel me?
Just say never
Say Death Row.
My *****s love that ****.
Dramacydal in this mother ****er.
Heh, heh. Yeah *****. Shout outs to my *****s Fatal and Felony.
See-Bo, you bald head nut.
You know what time it is.
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