(Chours: Carl Thomas)      Who you are?    One nation under a thug in bullet scars   Young nation no revolution and no cause   One nation young, black and dangerous by far   Young nation just trying to get this      (Verse One: Tupac)      Murderous mind state   Can't keep my nine straight   Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break   Show up and motherfucker's bow down, recognize   Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders   Untouchable mob of pistol packers   Well known felons, labelled for drug selling, merciless jackers   Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons   Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog   Who wanna see me solo?   Catch Makaveli while he sleeping   My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping   Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out   Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse   Niggas is under me   They bitches come to me   They heard the stories nigga, now they want to really see   Bomb first my motto, is fully guaranteed   Niggas is player haters   Label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'      (Chorus)      (Verse Two: Hussein Fatal)      When it's on I'm popping off every chance I get   Out the window on some uptown anthem shit   I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've been here before   Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's door   Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there   Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, 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 laying up in my casket and doing life in a can for me   Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a bitch   Me dying?    You think I'll let them see joy from that shit?   Walking dead angels spending last days by me   New Jersey Jon like Dave Tyre   Young George or Jonathan Jack, yours guns clap mine'll got 'brrat'   A soldier like Geronimo Pratt    And come through cocking the black pound   When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down    Poster child yeah, Air Force Ones with the crocadile checks one some poster wild sex   Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life, it's full of judges and chasing enemies in the night   Through the Henney I see the eyes of the devil   G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil      (Chorus)      (Verse Three: 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 because of them grave robbing bastards, dig ya' grave back up   Snatched you out the casket   Worms in my eyes   Eating through my cabbage, it's 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 your goon's   That's why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound   This God given, he keep giving me better music   So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement   Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losing   Songs are evolution   If I load your gun for you will you bang it out, I'll do some other niggas you better shoot it   Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever stupid   Claiming you repping Ruthless   You got the same bullets that you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,   The none sareen a dream, get ready for execution,    Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the revolution      (Chorus)