Who you One nation under a thug in scar Young nation no revolution and no One young, black and dangerous by far Young nation trying to get this
mind state, can't keep my nine straight Sipping on this Hennessey, for the time to break Show up and bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, riders
Untouchable mob of packers 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 Catch Makaveli while he sleeping My mini-fourteen niggas while they creeping or you ass out, drink till you pass out Ain't scared to die, driving in my glasshouse
Niggas is under me, bitches come to me They heard the nigga, now they want to really see Bomb first my motto is fully is player 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 chance I get Out the window on some uptown anthem I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here been here before Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's
Now they in her bedroom, I ain't there Forty Cal's, clip's steel, I ain't scared Outlaw, and best believe they won't me alive I'm and I'ma prove it if it take me to die
Knew that God had a for me but He won't be laying up in my casket and doing in a can for me Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a Me dying? You think I'll let see joy from that shit?
Walking dead angels spending last by me New Jersey Jon like Tyre Young George or Jonathan Jack, your guns clap, got brat A soldier like Pratt
And through cocking the black pound When they put towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down Poster child yeah, Air Force one's with the checks One some wild sex
and murder, is all I breathe in my life It's full of judges and chasing enemies in the Through the Henney I see the of the devil G riding with extra of bullets to the nine in the shevil
Who you One nation under a in bullet scar Young nation no and no cause One nation young, black and by far Young nation trying to get this
I always thought I'd have to die to do a with 'Pac So I wrote from the of a graveyard box You end up in a box 'cause of them robbing bastards Dig ya' back up snatched you out the casket
Worms in my eyes eating my cabbage It's the flesh to the bones, the bones to the But I'm not dead, I'm in a session With the 'Pac keeping the shot money,
They don't really want no drama, I know goon's That's why I keep pressure on them on a open wound This God given, He keep giving me better So every time you hear me, my present improvement
Y'all can't kill me, y'all losing Songs are evolution if I load gun for you will you bang it out With some other niggas you better it Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm stupid
you repping Ruthless You got the same that you had when I loaded it for you You used it, the none sareen a dream, get ready for execution Papoose, and 'Pac, the revolution
Who you One nation under a thug in bullet nation no revolution and no cause One nation young, black and by far nation just trying to get this
Young nation just to get this trying to get this