Artist: 2Pac & Boot Camp Clik f/ Outlaws, Spice 1 Album: One Nation - The Album Song: Secrets of War Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com * Also known as 'Bust If We Must' and recycled on 'Still I Rise' without Hussein [Intro: Tupac] Goddamn! let's get these niggaz the secrets and the rules man Serve these motherfuckers some fucking (Outlawz in this motherfucker) No Doubt! No Doubt! UHMMM (HUH! duck-uck-ck out!) Secrets of War, alright now (Secrets of War) You know what time it is (Spice 1 is in the house) Get your hands in the air (Bust if we must, plus..) And roll with me (Outlawz in the motherfucking house) [Verse One: Fatal Hussein] Look for my enemies, my heartbeat pumps with the ease So I busted instead of waiting for you punks to squeeze See you all on my three pound rounds so you can fall With the fact the Outlawz! just kicked down your door Bitch niggaz be fouling out, hacking me with them whack rhymes Grabbing your nine shooting scared, trying to take mine I'm putting pressure on you niggaz when I mob Deep, bringing the heat to your dirty ass squad You get robbed, point blank range, peep game From the plague contaminated Criminal Hussein Bitch nigga I try to project steps with the Tech Murder necks and rob any nigga, any set Hussein, the type of motherfucker dying in a straight rounds Ghetto types to drown, hollow points from the waist down [Chorus: E.D.I. Amin and Spice 1] X2 We go to war - We bust if we must Plus, handle our business when them jealous niggaz fuck with us [Verse Two: Tupac] Now! as I approach the scene From smoking green, got my eyes closed Niggaz so cold on my foes, I make them die froze Watch me make them bleed, take them G's, lord help me with it Got me painting pictures of a meal ticket, help me get it See me and pray for options, but the pressures nonstop Niggaz get the pistol popping, then watch the bodies drop I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz with my mask on Do it for profit, plus I'm, looking for punks to bust on If you ain't screaming West Side, you can get the fuck on I'm seeing demons hitting weed, got me hearing screams Scared to go to sleep, I watched the scene like a dope-fiend Probably be punished for it, although you can't ignore it I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it Niggaz pass the clip and watch me bring them to the floor I got some shit that they ain't ready for (What you got?) I got the Secrets of War [Chorus: E.D.I. Amin and Spice 1] X2 [Verse Three: Yaki Kadafi] We do this thug life shit like 4, 5, 6 dictum Down with no rounds left up in the pound when it sounds (Here we go) Squeeze the lead off, I blow his motherfucking head off Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off Yaki Khadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me These streets is black hockey and raw we get sloppy Put a pamper on your silly ass pre-style grammar Locked in the slammer, while I'm laid cocked back like a hammer Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with your face, bounce, stuck Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me Doing my dirt, putting in work On your block, tendencies and secrets of war [Chorus: E.D.I. Amin and Spice 1] X2 [Verse Four: Young Noble] We check the murder rate percentage, niggaz is finished Getting blood checks from clinics, this thug shit is in us Flowing through my system, you're a victim Blunts - I twist them Fuck the whole world, it's us against them You got some heat? - pull it out And cock the hammer if you with it Don't make no different sense, with the 25 to life sentence We already doing life on the streets Like Algae niggaz be heated, when they walk in a beat This shit is flaky, making backs shaky, niggaz hate me Scared to face me, knowing that the Outlawz blazed me Pull me up on game, put me up on a hustle Once I flex my money muscle, all the cheese got doubled Moving shit like a Daile, beating niggaz like Rodney Turn a killer like Khadafi, if you knew the streets is sloppy [Chorus: E.D.I. Amin and Spice 1] X2 [Outro: Tupac overlapping the above chorus] Aiyyo, ha ha ha, yeah, secrets of motherfucking war Y'all know what time it is, secrets of war Now, all you little young ass soldiers You play this shit back about fifty times You'll have enough game to roll up in a club or something Teach these bitches a little something, you know what I mean? Secrets of motherfucking War, life on Death Row BITCH!! ha ha ha, you niggaz are crazy Whattup Kurupt? - Fatal and Felony My nigga Johnny J peace out You know it's Thug Life and Dogg Pound Alright!!