The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
A military mind, nigga (yeah)
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind, nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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 hand trigger
Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggas?
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 niggas whisper when they mention
Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Hits fall, we thug niggas and we came in packs
Every one of niggas strapped sippin' on 'gnac
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin' 'til I die, these streets got me cravin' Thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin'
Fat as that ass that honey shakin'
My niggas tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
I bust a trey-trey, buggin and 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 niggas 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
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out, smokin' greenery
Considered a B.G, but I'm off in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
And why I do it the ridin and smokin'
Collidin' with foes in the worst place
Y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us, in the first place
Y'all real O.G's, droppin' game to the youngsters
Y'all don't want no funk 'cause
Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
I breaks them off with this gangsta war story tale (uh)
Stackin' loot up in the coupe that I protect with a MAC-12 (with a MAC-12)
Slap my clip in the chamber, fool, your life's in danger
No one will remain when I come through dumpin' insane
Call me Bowl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin' 'caine
I be the nigga that's pullin' the trigger and dumpin' the hollow points in your brain
More bigger balls than RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball
We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
Never been no sign for men call
How we bucks them down on the way to the ground
Ain't nothin' but the hog in me
Bust off his dildo, killin' up hoes and keep mobbin' G
It ain't no callin' the funk off (callin' the funk off)
Don't be funkin' with my sawed off (sawed off)
Blast they dirty-ass drawers off (draws off)
And had them bitch niggas hauled off
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes (we tradin' war stories)
My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay
Ain't nothin' on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
I'm reminiscin', and catchin' flashbacks
When niggas ran up in my house
And I was too young, to try to blast back
What happened then? No one would tell me since I was three
Heard that God took my peoples, now they livin' somewhere free
But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that
Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
And now I'm sittin', holdin' in anger because my parents missin'
Thuggin' Immortal and got some war stories for you
Now look at me straight Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a fuck 'cause I was nobody's daughter
Outlawin' from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
'Cause the murderous tendencies in my mind can't be controlled, nigga
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla'
When I got you on K-9 force
Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories
War stories, nigga
What players do?
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfuckin' 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Just so you know
It's on Death Row
My niggas love that shit
Dramacydal in this motherfucka, hahaha
Yeah, nigga, shout out to my niggas Fatal and Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
(You know what time it is)
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind, nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
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 hand trigger
Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggas?
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 niggas whisper when they mention
Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Hits fall, we thug niggas and we came in packs
Every one of niggas strapped sippin' on 'gnac
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin' 'til I die, these streets got me cravin' Thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin'
Fat as that ass that honey shakin'
My niggas tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
I bust a trey-trey, buggin and 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 niggas 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
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out, smokin' greenery
Considered a B.G, but I'm off in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
And why I do it the ridin and smokin'
Collidin' with foes in the worst place
Y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us, in the first place
Y'all real O.G's, droppin' game to the youngsters
Y'all don't want no funk 'cause
Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
I breaks them off with this gangsta war story tale (uh)
Stackin' loot up in the coupe that I protect with a MAC-12 (with a MAC-12)
Slap my clip in the chamber, fool, your life's in danger
No one will remain when I come through dumpin' insane
Call me Bowl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin' 'caine
I be the nigga that's pullin' the trigger and dumpin' the hollow points in your brain
More bigger balls than RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball
We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
Never been no sign for men call
How we bucks them down on the way to the ground
Ain't nothin' but the hog in me
Bust off his dildo, killin' up hoes and keep mobbin' G
It ain't no callin' the funk off (callin' the funk off)
Don't be funkin' with my sawed off (sawed off)
Blast they dirty-ass drawers off (draws off)
And had them bitch niggas hauled off
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes (we tradin' war stories)
My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay
Ain't nothin' on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
I'm reminiscin', and catchin' flashbacks
When niggas ran up in my house
And I was too young, to try to blast back
What happened then? No one would tell me since I was three
Heard that God took my peoples, now they livin' somewhere free
But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that
Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
And now I'm sittin', holdin' in anger because my parents missin'
Thuggin' Immortal and got some war stories for you
Now look at me straight Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a fuck 'cause I was nobody's daughter
Outlawin' from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
'Cause the murderous tendencies in my mind can't be controlled, nigga
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla'
When I got you on K-9 force
Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories
War stories, nigga
What players do?
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfuckin' 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Just so you know
It's on Death Row
My niggas love that shit
Dramacydal in this motherfucka, hahaha
Yeah, nigga, shout out to my niggas Fatal and Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
(You know what time it is)
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