ArtisT: 2Pac / Outlaws Album: Unreleased Song: Secrets Of War [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, grabing 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 Tek, 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... [Chours] [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, whenh 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' West Side {Express}, 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 cup and watch me bring 'em to the floor, I got some shit that they ain't ready for, (What you got?) I got the secrets to war... [Chours] [Young Noble] Check the middle, represented, niggas is finished, gettin' blood checks from cliniks, this thug shit is henence... blowing through my system, you a victim, plus I twicked 'em, fuck the whole world, it's us against them... you got the heat?.. pull it out, and cock the hand if you with it... don't make no different since, with the 25 to Life sentence... we already doing life on the street, like Al G, niggas be heated when they walking the beat... this shit flasy, makin' bad shakey niggas hazy, scared to face me, knowing that the Outlawz crazy... put me up on game, put me up on a hustle, once I flex my money musle, all the cheese gotta go... movin' shit like a dalie, beatin' niggas like Rodney, turn a killer like Khadafi if the new street is sobby... [Chours]