Who you One nation under a thug in scar Young nation no revolution and no One young, black and dangerous by far Young nation just to get this
Murderous state, can't keep my nine straight Sipping on Hennessey, waiting for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down, Westside, Death Row, riders
mob of pistol packers Well known felons, for drug selling, merciless jackers Forever buzzed roll with thugs and Commence to off rounds, then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he My mini-fourteen murdering niggas they creeping or you ass out, drink till you pass out Ain't scared to die, drunk in my glasshouse
Niggas is under me, bitches come to me They heard the nigga, now they want to really see Bomb my motto is fully guaranteed Niggas is player haters, label my enemies, I'm dumpin'
Who you One nation under a thug in scar nation no revolution and no cause One young, black and dangerous by far Young nation just to get this
When it's on I'm popping off chance I get Out the window on some uptown anthem I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've here before Fugitive force at my girlfriend's door
Now they in her bedroom, I ain't there Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I scared Outlaw, and best believe won't take me alive I'm different and prove it if it take me to die
Knew God had a plan for me but He won't be laying up in my casket and life in a can for me Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a Me dying? You I'll let them see joy from that shit?
Walking dead angels last days by me New Jersey Jon Dave Tyre Young George or Jack, your guns clap, mine'll got brat A soldier like Geronimo
And come through the black pound When put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down Poster child yeah, Air Force one's the crocodile checks One some poster sex
Money and murder, is all I breathe in my full of judges and chasing enemies in the night Through the Henney I see the eyes of the G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the in the shevil
Who you One nation under a thug in bullet Young nation no and no cause One young, black and dangerous by far Young nation trying to get this
I always thought I'd to die to do a record 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 back up you out the casket
in my eyes eating through my cabbage It's the flesh to the bones, the to the ashes But I'm not dead, I'm in a session the 'Pac keeping the shot money, progressive
They don't really want no drama, I know your That's why I keep pressure on them on a open wound God given, He keep giving me better music So every time you hear me, my songs improvement
Y'all kill me, y'all forever losing Songs are evolution if I load 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 Ruthless You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you You never used it, the sareen a dream, get ready for execution Papoose, and 'Pac, the revolution
Who you One nation a thug in bullet scar Young nation no and no cause One nation young, and dangerous by far Young nation trying to get this
Young nation just trying to get Just trying to get