2Pac – Secretz Of War (Original Version I) with Hussein Fatal, Yaki Kadafi, Young Noble

Recorded date: 1996
Studio: Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Originally recorded for One Nation
Producer: Johnny “J” Jackson
Samples: Willie Hutch – Brother’s Gonna Work It Out

2Pac – Secretz Of War (Rules Version) with Kurupt, Yaki Kadafi & Hussein Fatal


Lyrics:

[Intro: Makaveli/Outlawz] Well goddamn let’s give these niggas
The secrets and the rules since these muthafuckaz, are fuckin
Outlawz in this muthafuckin
Mojo no go
Hm, uhgagaga
Secretz of war

Alright now
You know what time it is (Spice 1, ehhh yoooooooo)
(bust if we must and plus)
Put your hands on ya, hands on ya
(bust if we must and plus)
Outlawz in this muthafucka
(bust if we must and plus)
Fatal

[Verse 1: Hussein Fatal] Let go my enemies, my heart beat, pump with the heat
So I bust instead of waiting for you punks to squeeze
See you all on my 3 pound rounds, since you conform
Bit the fact that Outlawz just kick down these doors
Bitch niggas be fouling out, hacking me with the wack rhymes
Grabbing ya .9, shooting scared, tryin’ to take mine
I’m putting pressure on you niggas when I’m mobb
Deep bringing the heat to you dirty ass squad
You can robb, point blank range, peek game
From the pleasure, taminated criminal Hussein
Bitch nigga I try to project steps with the Tec
Murder next, and robb any nigga any set
Hussein, the type of muthafucka dying with trey pounds
Ghetto type be drown, hollow points from the waist down

[Hook] We go to war bust if we must, plus
Handle our business if them jealous niggas fuck with us
We go to war bust if we must, plus
Handle our business when them jealous niggas fuck with us

[Verse 2: 2Pac] Now, as I approach the scene, from smoking green, got my eyes close
Niggas I call ’em my foes, I make ’em die froze
Watch me make ’em bleed, makin’ G’s, Lord help me with it
Got me fakin’ bitches of a meal ticket, help me get it
See me in and pray for options, when the precious love stop
Niggas get to pistol poppin’, then watch the body drop
I’m a lethal weapon, watch me hit yo set, flash on
Blast on them bitch made niggas with my mask on
Do it for profit, plus I’m, lookin’ for punks to bust on
If you ain’t screamin’ WestSide, nigga get the fuck on
I’m seeing demons hittin’ weed, got me hearing screams
Scared to go to sleep, I bust the scene like a dope feen
Probably be punished for it, although you can’t ignore it
I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it
Niggas past the clip and watch me bring ’em to the floor
I got some shit that they ain’t ready for, I got the secrets to war

[Hook] We go to war bust if we must, plus
Handle our business if them jealous niggas fuck with us
We go to war bust if we must, plus
Handle our business when them jealous niggas fuck with us

[Verse 3: Kadafi] Kadafi, we do this thug life shit like 4 5 6 dick em
Down with no rounds left up in the pound when it sounds
Squeeze the lead off!, I blow his motherfuckin head off!
Gather all the other Outlawz, settle this shit and set off
Yaki Kadafi, there ain’t a cop here to stop me
These streets is black Hockey, your MOB? weak and sloppy
Put a pamper on your silly ass pussy-style grammer
Locked in the slammer while I’m layed cocked cocked back like a hammer
Y’all newly wed’s don’t want honey, some times I’m fed up
Dummys I Leave no trace found with you face down stuck
Your biggest cannons couldn’t come close to touch or even hit me
Doin’ my dirt puttin’ in work on your block tipsy”

[Verse 4: Young Noble] Check the middle, represented, niggas is finished
Getting blood checks from clinics, this thug shit is in us
Flowing through my system, you a victim, blunts.. I twist them
Fuck the whole world it’s us against them
You got the heat? Pull it out, and cock the handle if you with it
Don’t make no differences, with a 25-to-Life sentence
We already doing life on the street, like Al G
Niggas be heated when they walking the beat
This shit is Flakey, making bags shaky, Niggas hate me
Scared to face me, knowing that the Outlawz raised me!
Put me up on game, put me up on a hustle
Once I flex my money muscle, all this cheese gotta double
Moving shit like a dolly, beating niggas like Rodney
Turn to a killa like Kadafi (Yaki Kadafi)

[Hook] We go to war we bust if we must, plus
Handle our business when them jealous niggas fuck with us
We go to war bust if we must, plus
Handle our business when them jealous niggas fuck with us
(hahahaha)
We go to war, bust if we must, plus handle our business when them jealous niggas fuck with us
Outlawz
Outlawz
Outlawz
E more
Makaveli
E more
They ain’t ready for us
Fuck with us
They ain’t ready for us
Outlaw
Outlaw
E more

[Outro: Makaveli/Outlawz] Secretz of war
And all you lil’ young ass souljahs
You play this shit back about fifty times
You’ll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin
Teach these bitches a lil’ somethin’, you know what I mean?
Secretz of muthafuckin’ War live on Death Row, bitch (ehh yooo)
Hahahahahahaha
You niggas crazy
(We go to war, bust if we must, plus handle our business when them jealous niggas fuck with us
We go to war, bust if we must, plus handle our business when them jealous niggas fuck with us)
Young Noble
Fatal, Felony
Secrets of war
When we ride
Always have a good time
You know it’s Thug Life
Jealous niggas fuck with us
Handle our business
Aiite

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