![]() Tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise Thuggin' till I die, these streets got me cravin' Thorazineįat as that ass that honey shakin', my niggaz Hence forth, we thug niggaz and we came in packsĮvery one of my niggaz strapped sippin' on yac Momma sent me to go play with the drug dealers Machiavelli was my tutor, Donald Goines, my father figure Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born every dayĬriminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggaz Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger? This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker Now can your mind picture a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor ![]() Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
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