Who you One nation under a thug in bullet Young nation no and no cause One young, black and dangerous by far Young nation just to get this
Murderous mind state, can't my nine straight Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the 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 with thugs and Commence to off rounds, then escape in the fog
Who see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he sleeping My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while creeping or you ass out, drink till you pass out Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my
Niggas is me, they bitches come to me heard the stories nigga, now they want to really see Bomb first my motto is fully Niggas is player haters, label them my enemies, I'm
Who you One under a thug in bullet scar Young no revolution and no cause One young, black and dangerous by far Young just trying to get this
When it's on I'm popping off chance I get Out the window on uptown 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 scared Outlaw, and best believe they won't me alive I'm different and I'ma prove it if it 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 and paranoid than a bitch Me dying? You think let them see joy from that shit?
Walking dead angels last days by me New Jon like Dave Tyre Young George or Jack, your guns clap, mine'll got brat A soldier like Pratt
And come through cocking the black When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm 'em back down Poster child yeah, Air Force one's the crocodile 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 I see the eyes of the devil G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the in the shevil
Who you One nation under a thug in scar Young nation no and no cause One nation young, black and by far Young nation just 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 grave robbing bastards Dig ya' grave back up you out the casket
Worms in my eyes 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 shot money,
They don't really want no drama, I your goon's That's why I keep pressure on them on a open wound This God given, He keep me better music So every time you hear me, my songs improvement
Y'all can't me, y'all forever losing Songs are evolution if I load your gun for you will you it out some other niggas you better shoot it Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever
you repping Ruthless You got the bullets that you had when I loaded it for you You never used it, the none sareen a dream, get ready for Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the
Who you One nation under a thug in scar Young no revolution and no cause One nation young, and dangerous by far Young just trying to get this
Young nation just trying to get trying to get this