Dumpin’

Who you are? One nation under a thug in 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 nine straight Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break Show up and motherf**kers bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well known felons, labeled 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 a*s out, drink till you pa*s out Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my gla*shouse 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' Who you are? One nation under a thug in 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 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, your guns clap, mine'll got brat 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 one's with the crocodile checks One some poster wild s*x 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 Who you are? One nation under a thug in 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 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 With 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 Who you are? One nation under a thug in 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