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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
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 nine straight Sippin' on this Hennessy waitin' for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down recognize Westside Deathrow Outlaw Ridahz Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well known felons label for drug sellin' merciless jackers Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dawgs Commence to lettin' off rounds then escape in a fog Who wanna see me solo Catch Makaveli while he sleepin' My mini fourteen murderin' niggaz while they creepin' uh Duck or you ass out drink till you pass out Ain't scared to die drunk drivin' in my glasshouse Niggaz 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 Niggaz 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' our my 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 to doing 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 knocking them back down Poster child cheque Air Force Ones with the crooked dial 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 nine and the shell 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 cuz 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 niggaz 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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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Ahhh shit hahaha When I enter the first zone Worst known mic holder My Hummer roll up Evacuating strapped soldiers Inside strategy Manifestin' military styles Casually try da g When niggas battle me My prophesied prediction Switch and move positions Separated from his gun and bitch And watch 'em start snitchin' I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen I personify this thug livin' Hell or prison My ammunition varies My voice carries Watch me invite the whole world Me and the mob gettin' married It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark This is expected A trick bitch where is your heart You mark Watch niggas fall when I call they name We out laws hold your head niggas all the same Except some who want more out of life than stress We still thuggin' 'til its none left Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random Rapidly Wit' accuracy They shouldn't talk bad to me It had to be A motherfuckin' murder I'm glad to be A nigga that did the murder So sad to see Another motherfucker floatin' In plastic reef Sleep wit' his head wide open Rapid release Keep the police coastin' Casualties Warrant in deep east Oakland Yolk the nigga off the asphalt Drove off to the hills Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off Death with the lex ruger Death to ya Niggas cry when the bullets fly Kill and execute 'em I blast first 'til they body me Like my guns in variety Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be But front Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt Hand on my nuts in a get away car full of stunts Addicted to my nine Movin' like crime through time Poppin' niggas like pimples Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine Etchasketchin' Dumpin' on all you punks at intersections Day in and day out Ain't no easy way outs or easy exits Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time When I hit the street All I can see is the grind Blood sweat and tears when I bust my rhyme Yeah I un for my folk like I load my nine And when I let loose Then no crew standin' but mine I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me Wanna fight me then come find me What eva you do shawty you betta think wisely You might see me wit' a stack in the trap I use my thoughts and pen Similar to a saran wrap A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be Yeah I'ma keep it g I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep Aye We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep Don't Sleep Don't Sleep |
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