
Secretz of War (Original Rules Version) 2Pac & Outlawz (Ft. Hussein Fatal, Kurupt & Yaki Kadafi)
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[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
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
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