[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✦ 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
[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 tryin' 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 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✦
[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 tryin' to get this