[bad word]  Carl Thomas] 
 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 

 [Verse 1: Tupac Shakur] 
 Murderous mind state, can't keep my nine straight 
 Sippin' on this Hennessy, waitin' for the time to break 
 Show up and motherf**kers bow down recognize 
 Westside, Deathrow, Outlaw Ridahz 
 Untouchable mob of pistol packers 
 Well known felons, label for [bad word] sellin' merciless jackers 
 Forever buzzed, roll with thugs and dawgs 
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] out, drink till you pass out 
 Ain't scared to die, [bad word] drivin' in my glasshouse 
 Niggaz is under me, they [bad [bad word] to me 
 They heard the stories [bad word] now they wanna really see 
 Bomb first my motto, it's fully guaranteed 
 Niggaz is playa haters, label them my enemies, I'm dumpin' 

 [bad word]  Carl Thomas] 
 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 

 [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] 
 When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get 
 Out the window on some uptown anthem [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] 
 Me dyin', you think I'd let them see the joy from that [bad word]  
 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 
 [bad word] through [bad word] #39; 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  
 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 
 ridin' with extra boxes of bullets to the nine and the shell 

 [bad word]  Carl Thomas] 
 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 

 [Verse 2: 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 'cause them graverobbin' [bad word] 
 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 [bad word]