Who you One nation under a thug in scar nation no revolution and no cause One nation young, black and by far Young nation trying to get this
Murderous mind state, can't keep my nine Sipping on Hennessey, waiting for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down, Westside, Row, Outlaw riders
mob of pistol packers Well known felons, labeled for selling, merciless jackers Forever roll with thugs and dons Commence to letting off rounds, escape in the fog
Who wanna see me Catch Makaveli 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 in my glasshouse
Niggas is me, they bitches come to me heard the stories nigga, now they want to really see Bomb first my is fully guaranteed Niggas is player haters, label my enemies, I'm dumpin'
Who you One nation under a thug in bullet Young nation no revolution and no One young, black and dangerous by far Young nation trying to get this
it's on I'm popping off every chance I get Out the window on some uptown shit I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've here before Fugitive task at my girlfriend's door
Now they in her bedroom, I ain't there Forty Cal's, extended steel, I ain't scared Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me I'm different and I'ma 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 and paranoid than a bitch Me dying? You think I'll let them see joy that shit?
Walking dead angels last days by me New Jersey Jon Dave Tyre Young George or Jack, your guns clap, mine'll got brat A like Geronimo Pratt
And come cocking the black pound When put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down Poster child yeah, Air Force with the crocodile checks One some poster sex
Money and murder, is all I in my life full of judges and chasing enemies in the night 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 thug in bullet Young nation no and no cause One nation young, and dangerous by far Young just trying to get this
I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with So I wrote from the perspective of a box You end up in a box 'cause of them grave robbing Dig ya' grave up snatched you out the casket
in my eyes eating through 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 no drama, I know your goon's 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, y'all losing Songs are evolution if I load gun for you will you bang it out With some other niggas you shoot it Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever
Claiming you Ruthless You got the same bullets that you had when I it for you You never used it, the none sareen a dream, get ready for Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the
Who you One under a thug in bullet scar Young nation no and no cause One young, black and dangerous by far Young just trying to get this
Young nation just trying to get Just trying to get