Who you One nation a thug in bullet scar Young no revolution and no cause One nation young, black and by far nation just trying to get this
Murderous state, can't keep my nine straight Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to Show up and bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, riders
Untouchable mob of pistol known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless jackers Forever buzzed roll with thugs and Commence to letting off rounds, escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli he sleeping My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they Duck or you ass out, till you pass out Ain't to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse
Niggas is under me, they come to me They heard the stories nigga, now they to really see first my motto is fully guaranteed Niggas is player haters, label them my enemies, I'm
Who you One under a thug in bullet scar nation no revolution and no cause One nation young, black and by far nation just trying to get this
When it's on I'm off every chance I get Out the on some uptown anthem shit I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've here before Fugitive task force at my door
Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't Forty Cal's, extended 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
that God had a plan for me but He won't be laying up in my and doing life in a can for me Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid a bitch Me dying? You think I'll let them see joy from that
dead angels spending last days by me New Jersey Jon like Dave George or Jonathan Jack, your guns clap, mine'll got brat A soldier like Geronimo
And come through cocking the pound When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back Poster yeah, Air Force one's with the crocodile checks One poster wild sex
and murder, is all I breathe in my life It's of judges and chasing enemies in the night the Henney I see the eyes of the devil G riding with extra boxes of to the nine in the shevil
Who you One nation under a thug in scar Young nation no revolution and no One nation young, black and by far nation just trying to get this
I always I'd have to die to do a record with 'Pac So I wrote the perspective of a graveyard box You end up in a box 'cause of them grave 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 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 why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound This God given, He keep giving me music So every time you me, my songs present improvement
Y'all can't kill me, forever losing Songs are evolution if I load your gun for you will you it out With some other niggas you shoot it Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm stupid
Claiming you repping You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you You never used it, the none a dream, get ready for execution Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the
Who you One under a thug in bullet scar nation no revolution and no cause One young, black and dangerous by far Young nation just to get this
nation just trying to get this Just to get this