Yaki Kadafi - Secretz Of War (Original) (Rules Version) lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] Secrets of war Get your pen and pads out, you lil' young a** muthaf**as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 infra-red beams and waste them n***as too Rule 3: Let's find a place where they rest they head You jealous ba*tards make caskets out ya comfy beds Rule 4: Now peep the secrets of war I got surveillance on muthaf**as beware of my forty-four Rule 5: Right before you bustas die Letchu look me inside my eyes say ya good-byees Then Rule 6: Witness the d**h of a trick He was a coward from day one, and died like a b**h, see BIIATCH Hahahahahaha [Hook: 2Pac] We bust if we must, plus, we handle business if you jealous n***as f** with us, you know what time it is Secrets of war, we bust if we must, plus, we handle business if you jealous n***as f** 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 f** 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 n***as on the block, when you think we sleep No I don't think ya know our styles, you ain't got sh** I wreck Mechanic will have 'em empty like them 7th ave projects You half way crooks, ya guys are scared to step foot and look fast On the strength they can get hit up quick or their sh** took fast I smile, and I'll commitin' murder, money live Pager 325, on some sh** you never f**in' heard of [Hook: 2Pac] Here we go, secrets of war We bust if we must, plus, we handle business If you jealous n***as f** with us Secrets of war (y'all know what time it is) We bust if we must, plus, we handle business If you jealous n***as f** 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 f**in' friend of me Triple connections, Two Teks sittin' shot gun up in the Lexus Ready to release some ripples in a n***a 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' gla**es, spittin' razors It's insane how I live, it's unexplained Across the neighbors Streets of war [Hook: 2Pac] We bust if we must, plus, we handle business If you jealous n***as f** with us Secrets of war (y'all know what time it is) We bust if we must, plus, we handle business If you jealous n***as f** with us Hands on ya, hands on ya [Verse 4: Kurupt] I've seen it over, and over, no win sit-yay-tions The end, the end of gladiations so now they facin' (uh) They faced with metaphoric phrases hysteria (uh huh) Engages the d**h toll to spread like malaria What I can co*k and stop thoughts from circulatin' through ya head In the form of writers block and spread like a plague (hm) I break, batter and bruise neck, arms and legs In my profession, my thoughts conceal weapons (uhh) Gettin' ready to drop the bomb like the B-1 Ya 145 pound rhymes and mines a 3 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 sh** pumped the f** up like morphine And uh, and uh, and uh [Outro: 2Pac] Hahahahehehehe, be-itch Secrets of muthaf**in' war (We bust, if we must, plus, jealous n***as f** wit' us) Y'all don't even understand it (secrets of war, we bust if we must, plus, jealous n***as f** wit' us) Secrets of war And all you lil' young a** souljahs You play this sh** back about 50 times You'll have enough game to roll up to the club or somethin' (we thuggin' be-itch) Teach these b**hes a lil' somethin', you know what I mean? Secrets of muthaf**in' war, live on d**h Row, b*tch! Hahahahahehehehehe You n***as crazy Well that was Kurupt Fatal, Felony And 'Pac That n***a Johnny J on the beat so You know it's thug life