Who you One nation a thug in bullet scar Young nation no and no cause One nation young, and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get
Murderous mind state, can't keep my straight on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down, Westside, Row, Outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol Well known felons, labeled for drug selling, jackers Forever buzzed roll with and dons Commence to off rounds, then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo? Catch while he sleeping My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they Duck or you ass out, till you pass out Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my
Niggas is under me, bitches come to me They the stories nigga, now they want to really see first my motto is fully guaranteed Niggas is player haters, label my enemies, I'm dumpin'
Who you One nation under a thug in scar Young nation no and no cause One young, black and dangerous by far nation just trying to get this
When it's on I'm popping off chance I get Out the window on some anthem shit I'm stressing, but ain't no here I've been here before Fugitive task at my girlfriend's door
Now they checking in her bedroom, I there Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I scared Outlaw, and best they won't take me alive I'm different and I'ma prove it if it me to die
Knew that God had a for me but He won't be laying up in my and doing life in a can for me Maybe I'm brazey and than a bitch Me You think I'll let them see joy from that shit?
Walking dead angels last days by me New Jon like Dave Tyre George or Jonathan Jack, your guns clap, mine'll got brat A like Geronimo Pratt
And through cocking the black pound When they put twin up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down Poster child yeah, Air Force one's the crocodile checks One some wild sex
Money and murder, is all I in my life It's full of and chasing enemies in the night Through the Henney I see the of the devil G riding with extra boxes of to the nine in the shevil
Who you One nation under a thug in bullet nation no revolution 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 record 'Pac So I wrote from the perspective of a 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 in a session With the keeping the shot money, progressive
don't really want no drama, I know your goon's That's why I keep pressure on them like on a open This God given, He keep me better music So every time you hear me, my present improvement
Y'all kill me, y'all forever losing Songs are evolution if I load gun for you will you bang it out some other niggas you better shoot it Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever
Claiming you repping You got the same bullets that you had I loaded it for you You never used it, the sareen a dream, get ready for execution Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the
Who you One nation under a thug in bullet nation no revolution and no cause One nation young, black and by far Young just trying to get this
nation just trying to get this Just trying to get