Secretz of War (Original Rules Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] Secrets of war Get your pen and pads out, you lil' young ass motherfuckers Alright now, Fatal-n-Felony, you know what time it is Kingpin Kurupt, with 'Pac Put your hands on ya, hands ya Get y'all niggas up Roll with the secrets now Secrets of war Put your hands on ya, hands on ya Time to roll with the secrets now Secrets of war Put your hands on ya, hands on ya Peep it Check it [Verse 1: 2Pac] My melody is music that's corrupt as a felony Lethal weapon rebelling, so dope that niggas inhaling me, uh! Like Sun Tzu or Machiavelli, the secrets of war The art of combat, bustin' will never fail me Now Rule 1: Follow yo' enemies and peep his weakness Constitute while he's asleep and make the game deeper Rule 2: Locate his crew, and peep the things they do Now get some infrared beams and waste them niggas too Rule 3: Let's find a place where they rest they head You jealous bastards make caskets out ya comfy beds Rule 4: Now peep the secrets of war I got surveillance on motherfuckers beware of my .44 Rule 5: Right before you bustas die Let you look me inside my eyes say ya goodbyes Then Rule 6: Witness the death of a trick He was a coward from day one, and died like a bitch, see BIATCH Hahahahahaha [Chorus: 2Pac] We bust, if we must, plus we handle business If you jealous niggas fuck with us (You know what time it is) Secrets of war We bust if we must, plus we handle business If you jealous niggas fuck with us (Put your hands on ya, hands on ya) Secrets of war [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] I diffuse troops with interviews and they metabolism Sure mad and I'm snappin on rappers actin' they stacks is wit' 'em Expose you like spades, who the fuck out they heart I pull your projects apart and find more ism than narcs We play parks and side streets, keepin' it 9 to 5 B Last week plan is jump to 21 jump street Poisonous led, spread ya legs on the rake Or I'm gettin' mine feel about 29 that's sittin' on the ledge This ain't the place to creep, so don't be practicin' How to get my niggas on the block, when you think we sleep No I don't think ya know our styles, you ain't got shit I wreck Mechanic will have 'em empty like them 7th Ave. projects You halfway crooks, ya guys are scared to step foot and look fast On the strength they can get hit up quick or their shit took fast I smile, and I'll committin' murder, money live Pager 325, on some shit you never fuckin' heard of [Chorus: 2Pac] Here we go, secrets of war We bust if we must, plus, we handle business If you jealous niggas fuck with us Secrets of war (Y'all know what time it is) We bust if we must, plus, we handle business If you jealous niggas fuck with us (Put your hands on ya, hands on ya) [Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi] Nowadays with all these fast cash tendencies, yo Straight up, they got me lookin' eye to eye, with all my enemies Spottin' almost plottin', claimin' to be a fuckin' friend of me Triple connections, Two TECs sittin' shotgun up in the Lexus Ready to release some ripples in a nigga mid-section With bullets that's hollow, rules to follow Crews get swallowed down wit' the clowns Get drowned like deuce-deuce bottles We clique gettin' major, clappin' glasses, spittin' razors It's insane how I live, it's unexplained cross behavior Streets of war [Chorus: 2Pac] We bust if we must, plus, we handle business If you jealous niggas fuck with us Secrets of war (Y'all know what time it is) We bust if we must, plus, we handle business If you jealous niggas fuck with us (Hands on ya, hands on ya) [Verse 4: Kurupt] I've seen it over, and over, no-win situations The end, the end of gladiations so now they facin' (Uh) They faced with metaphoric phrases hysteria (Uh-huh) Engages the death toll to spread like malaria What I can cock and stop thoughts from circulatin' through ya head In the form of writer's block and spread like the plague (Hmm) I break, batter and bruise neck, arms and legs In my profession, my thoughts conceal weapons (Uh) Gettin' ready to drop the bomb like the B-1 Your 145 pound rhymes and mines a three ton Concoctions, mystic can spot the gator Before ya get a dosage of the greatest rhyme creator In this existence relax and explore the scene I get this shit pumped the fuck up like morphine And uh, and uh, and uh [Outro: 2Pac] Hahahahehehehe, be-itch Secrets of motherfuckin' war (We bust, if we must, plus, jealous niggas fuck wit' us) Y'all don't even understand it (Secrets of war, we bust if we must, plus, jealous niggas fuck wit' us) Secrets of war And all you lil' young ass souljahs You play this shit back about 50 times You'll have enough game to roll up to the club or somethin' (We thuggin' be-itch) Teach these bitches a lil' somethin', you know what I mean? Secrets of motherfuckin' war, live on Death Row, BITCH! Hahahahahehehehehe These niggas crazy Well, that was Kurupt Fatal, Felony And 'Pac That nigga Johnny J on the beat so You know it's thug life