Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
Vocals
C-Bo
Vocals
E.D.I
Vocals
Kastro
Vocals
Napoleon
Vocals
Randy Brown
Sampled Artist
Storm
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
Songwriter
Michael Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rock
Producer
Dave Aron
Mixing Engineer
Mike Mosley
Producer
Alvin McGill
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
A military mind, ****
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind, ****
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
[Chorus]
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
[Verse 1]
Now can your mind picture a thug **** 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 MAC-11 just to scare ****
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 **** whisper when they mention
Machiavelli was my tutor, Donald Goines, my father figure
Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Henceforth, we thug **** and we came in packs
Every one of my **** strapped, sippin' on 'Gnac
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]
My **** tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories
[Verse 2]
I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
They call it overthuggin' and shit
But I was just a younger ****, 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' ****' 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 tryna tell you
[Verse 3]
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out, smokin' greenery
Considered a BG, but I'm off in this game something deeply
My eyes only see G's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
And wide open, to ridin' and smokin'
Collide with foes in the worst place
Y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us in the first place
Y'all real OGs, droppin' game to the youngsters
Y'all don't want no funk 'cause y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
[Chorus]
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
[Verse 4]
I breaks them off with this gangster war story tale
Stacking loot up in the coupe that I protect with a MAC-12
Slap my clip in the chamber, fool, your life's in danger
No one will remain when I come through dumping insane
Call me Bo Loc Major Pain, gun-slang and moving 'caine
I be the **** that pulling a trigger and dumping the hot ones up in your brain
More bigger balls than RuPaul, Thug Life fade 'em all
We bucks that ass up against the wall, and ain't no sign of a man call
We bucks them down on the way to the ground, ain't nothin' but the hog in me
Plus, stompin' steel toed, killin' up hoes and keep mobbin' G
It ain't no calling the funk off, now dumping out bucks with a sawed off
Blast they dirty-ass drawers off and have them bitch **** hauled off
We tradin' war stories
War stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories
[Verse 5]
My whole family been raised on shit that ain't okay
Ain't nothin' on this Earth will make a **** like me stay
I'm reminiscin', and catchin' flashbacks
When **** 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 three
Heard that God took my peoples, now they livin' somewhere free
But fuck 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 sittin', holdin' in anger because my parents missin'
Thuggin' immortal, went got some war stories for you
[Verse 6]
Now look at me, straight Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a fuck 'cause I was nobody's daughter
Outlawing from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
'Cause the murderous tendencies in my mind can't be controlled, ****
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
When I got you on kay-nine-fourths
Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin' war stories
[Chorus]
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous **** I despise, look in my eyes
[Outro]
War stories, ****
What players do
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfucking 2Pac a.k.a Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Just so you know, it's on Death Row
My **** love that shit
Dramacydal in this motherfucker
Yeah, ****, shout out to my **** Fatal N Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
You know what time it is
Written by: 2Pac, Betty Newsome, James Brown, K. Cox, Katari T. Cox, M. Greenidge, Mike Mosley, Mutah Beale, R. Thomas, Shawn A. Thompson