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Who you are | One nation under a thug and bullet scar | Young nation no revolution and no cause
Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this Murderous mind state Can't keep my 9 straight Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw ridaz Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers' Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs Commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog Who wants to see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he sleeping, My Mini-14 murderin' niggas while they creepin', uh Duck or you ass out Drink 'til you pass out Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house Niggas is under me They bitches come to me They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see Bomb first, my motto, it's fully guaranteed Niggas is playa haters, label them my enemies, I'm dumpin' Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get Out the window on some uptown anthem shit I'm stressin' but ain't no pressure here, I been there before Fugitive, task force, at my girlfriend door Now they checkin' in her bedroom, I ain't there .40 cals, extended clips, still, 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 layin' up in my casket or doin' life in the can for me Maybe I'm breezy or paranoid than a bitch Me dyin', you think I'd let them see the joy from that shit? Walking dead, angel spend they last days by me New Jersey giant like Dave Tyree Young George and Jonathan Jatt, your guns clap Mine'll go brraaatt, soldier like Geronimo Pratt And come through cockin' the black pound When they put twin towers up, Pac, I'm knockin' them back down Poster child cheque, Air Force Ones with the crocodile checks I'm supposed to wild sex Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life It's full of judges and chasin' enemies in the night Through the Henny I see the eyes of the devil G ridin' with extra boxes of bullets to the 9 and the shovel Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this 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 'cause them graverobbin' bastards Dig your grave back up, snatched you out the casket Worms in my eyes, eating through my cabbage 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 you're goons That's why I keep pressure on them like a open wound This God-given, he keep givin' me better music So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losin' Songs are evolution, if I load your gun for you And we bang it out at some other niggas you better shoot it Don't try to lie and say you was bustin', I'm clever stupid Claimin' you reppin' Ruthless, you got the same bullets that you had When I loaded it for you, you never used it The Nacirema dream get ready for execution Papoose, Fatal and Pac, the revolution Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this Young nation just trying to get this Just trying to get this
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