2Pac, Carl Thomas, Hussein Fatal, Papoose - Dumpin' lyrics

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