Who you One under a thug in bullet scar Young no revolution and no cause One nation young, and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get
Murderous state, can't keep my nine straight on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down, Westside, Row, Outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless jackers Forever buzzed roll thugs and dons Commence to off rounds, then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo? Catch while he sleeping My murdering niggas while they creeping Duck or you ass out, till you pass out Ain't scared to die, drunk in my glasshouse
Niggas is under me, they come to me They the stories nigga, now they want to really see Bomb first my is fully guaranteed Niggas is haters, label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'
Who you One nation under a in bullet scar nation no revolution and no cause One young, black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get
When it's on I'm popping off every I get Out the window on some anthem shit I'm stressing, but ain't no here I've been here before Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's
Now they checking in her bedroom, I there Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I ain't Outlaw, and best believe won't take me alive I'm different and prove it if it take me to die
that God had a plan for me but He be laying up in my casket and doing life in a can for me Maybe I'm brazey and than a bitch Me dying? You I'll let them see joy from that shit?
dead angels spending last days by me New Jersey Jon Dave Tyre Young George or Jonathan Jack, your guns clap, got brat A like Geronimo Pratt
And come through cocking the pound When put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down Poster yeah, Air Force one's with the crocodile checks One some poster sex
and murder, is all I breathe in my life It's full of judges and chasing in the night Through the Henney I see the of the devil G riding with boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil
Who you One under a thug in bullet scar Young nation no and no cause One young, black and dangerous by far nation just trying to get this
I always thought I'd have to die to do a with 'Pac So I from the perspective of a graveyard box You end up in a box 'cause of them robbing bastards Dig ya' grave up snatched you out the casket
Worms in my eating through my cabbage It's the flesh to the bones, the to the ashes But I'm not dead, I'm actually in a With the 'Pac keeping the money, progressive
They don't really want no drama, I know your That's why I keep pressure on like on a open wound This God given, He keep giving me better So every time you hear me, my songs improvement
Y'all can't kill me, forever losing Songs are if I load your gun for you will you bang it out With other niggas you better shoot it try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever stupid
Claiming you repping You got the same that you had when I loaded it for you You never it, the none sareen a dream, get ready for execution Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the
Who you One nation a thug in bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no One nation young, black and by far Young nation just trying to get
Young just trying to get this trying to get this