Dumpin'

[Chorus: 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: 2pac]
Murderous mind state
Can't keep my nine straight
Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break
Show up and muthafuckas 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 fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin (Uh)
Duck cause you ass out
Drink 'til you pass out
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house
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'.

[Chorus: 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 shit
I'm stressin', but ain't no pressure, I been here before
Fugitive taskforce at my girlfriends' door
Now they checkin' in her bedroom, I ain't there
Forty Cals, extended clips, still I ain't scared
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive
I'm different and I'mma prove it if it take me to die
You think 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 brazen or paranoid than a bitch
Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree
Young George or Jonathan Chat
Your guns clap
Mine will go 'br-r-r-r-att'
Soldier like Geronimo Pratt
And come through cockin' tha black pound
When they put the twin towers up, Pac, I'm knockin' 'em back down
Poster child
Air Force Ones, with the 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
He's ridin' with extra boxes of bullets and a nina and a shovel.

[Chorus: 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 3: 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 the box 'cause them grave robbin' bastards
Dig your grave up and 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 Keeper, Sha Money, progressing
They don't really want no drama, I know they 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 of evolution
If I load your gun for you and 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 you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it
The Nasareema dream, get ready for execution
Papoose, Fatal and Pac
The revolution.

[Chorus: 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
Young nation just trying to get this
Just trying to get this.