[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 somethi