(Chours: Carl Thomas)



Who you are? 

One nation under a thug in bullet scars

Young nation no revolution and no cause

One nation young, black and dangerous by far

Young nation just trying to get this



(Verse One: Tupac)



Murderous mind state

Can't keep my nine straight

Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break

Show up and motherfucker's bow down, recognize

Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders

Untouchable mob of pistol packers

Well known felons, labelled for drug selling, merciless jackers

Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons

Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog

Who wanna see me solo?

Catch Makaveli while he sleeping

My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping

Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out

Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse

Niggas is under me

They bitches come to me

They heard the stories nigga, now they want to really see

Bomb first my motto, is fully guaranteed

Niggas is player haters

Label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'



(Chorus)



(Verse Two: Hussein Fatal)



When it's on I'm popping off every chance I get

Out the window on some uptown anthem shit

I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've been here before

Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's door

Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there

Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I ain't scared

Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive

I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die

Knew that God had a plan for me

But he won't be laying up in my casket and doing life in a can for me

Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a bitch

Me dying? 

You think I'll let them see joy from that shit?

Walking dead angels spending last days by me

New Jersey Jon like Dave Tyre

Young George or Jonathan Jack, yours guns clap mine'll got 'brrat'

A soldier like Geronimo Pratt 

And come through cocking the black pound

When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down 

Poster child yeah, Air Force Ones with the crocadile checks one some poster wild sex

Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life, it's full of judges and chasing enemies in the night

Through the Henney I see the eyes of the devil

G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil



(Chorus)



(Verse Three: Papoose)



I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with 'Pac

So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box

You end up in a box because of them grave robbing bastards, dig ya' grave back up

Snatched you out the casket

Worms in my eyes

Eating through my cabbage, it's the flesh to the bones

The bones to the ashes

But I'm not dead, I'm actually in a session with the 'Pac keeping the shot money, progressive

They don't really want no drama, I know your goon's

That's why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound

This God given, he keep giving me better music

So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement

Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losing

Songs are evolution

If I load your gun for you will you bang it out, I'll do some other niggas you better shoot it

Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever stupid

Claiming you repping Ruthless

You got the same bullets that you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,

The none sareen a dream, get ready for execution, 

Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the revolution



(Chorus)