Dumpin' - 2Pac, Hussein Fatal, Papoose

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 tryin' to get this

Murderous mind state, can’t keep my 9 straight

Sippin' on this Hennessy, waitin' 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, labelled for drug-sellin' merciless jackers

Forever buzzed, roll with thugs and dogs

Commence to lettin' off rounds then escape in the fog

Who wanna see me solo?

Catch Makaveli while he’s sleepin'

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 drivin' in my glasshouse

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 tryin' 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 here before

Fugitive, task force at my girlfriend door

Now they checkin' in her bedroom, I ain’t there

.40 cal’s, 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?

Walkin' dead, angels 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 the 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 tryin' 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, snatch you out the casket

Worms in my eyes, eatin' 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 keepin' the shot money, progressive

They don’t really want no drama, I know your goons

That’s why I keep pressure on 'em 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 when we bang it out with 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 tryin' to get this