(After about a minute of mixing) (Bomb explosions, gun shots)
(You know what you be?)
(Fatal) You be like the type that come at me And shoot one at me, Tryna set it, Then get another nigga to dead it Outlaws we 'trol heat Ya cold feet remain frozen As Hussein show thieves That got our own name stolen I'm Hussein, Flyin' down 95 in two lanes Wearin' fitted and blue chain The one out of these two thangs Hustle or be hustled, Tussle and these tough They sheaths hunt you down When you around and ya knees buckle Popped up, whopped up, glock cocked up An' got ya cop shot up, Came to shook shop up I took money, gave 'em horror Recruit crooks for me Keep my finger on strap, 'Til the gat looked ugly I mash fast illy G-packers get bagged silly We pack mac millis You know the science for that These niggas tryna rap When I spit it like I'm committed Wid triple and double digits Bag whatever bubble wid it All y'all gon' do is be talkin' while I walk Wid the war you ball way Either way you playin' ya partner Watch me bop down ya block Wid my suit and chocolates On some Deathrow Pac shit Outlaw Khadaf shit, I got this, I let you know you playin' yourself Ain't seein' a damn bit ah coke You might be bangin' yaself Talk that crew shit, I'm knowin' already who ain't gon' do shit, Pack one nasty new wid, a lil' bit of blue shit Confucious, run deep from Jerz, Right off clue shit Makaveli shit still bangin' Y'all shoulda knew this
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 Murderous mind state can't keep my nine straight Sippin' on this Hennessy waitin' for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down recognize Westside Deathrow Outlaw Ridahz Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well known felons label for drug sellin' merciless jackers Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dawgs Commence to lettin' off rounds then escape in a fog Who wanna see me solo Catch Makaveli while he sleepin' My mini fourteen murderin' niggaz while they creepin' uh Duck or you ass out drink till you pass out Ain't scared to die drunk drivin' in my glasshouse 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' 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 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 there before Fugitive task force at my girlfriend door Now they checkin' our my bedroom I ain't there 40 Cals 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 to doing 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 Walking dead angel 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 twin towers up Pac I'm knocking them back down Poster child cheque Air Force Ones with the crooked dial 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 nine and the shell 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 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 cuz them graverobbin' bastards Dig your grave back up 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 keeping the shot money progressive They don't really want no drama I know you're goons That's why I keep pressure on them 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 And we bang it out at some other niggaz 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 trying to get this
(Spoken over Intro) Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there Niggaz get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!
(Daz) Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do) Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the mashin is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin (no passes) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live I live the unusual, crucial life So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss Biatch! (yeah)
(2Pac) Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha) I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin, but bitches is dyin later (ahh) Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit (loco), my pistol smoke yo' shit (smoke) Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' shit Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt I hit the funeral and busted his folks and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep goin
(Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*)
(Kurupt) Well it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker (fool) Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone (That's that nigga) I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth (I'm the man nigga) I don't trust ya (I don't) The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
.. Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump) For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood Turn it up, check it out
(Daz) They claim to be down, they say they down (man fuck you man) Number one..
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all, Y'all remember me Y'all, Y'all remember me (Chorus: Krayzie Bone) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Pac's home) Ha ha (Verse One: Tupac) After the fire comes the rain After the pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em Visions of over packed prisons Million's of niggas thug living Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh) Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost Who can prevent me shooting senseless? At these niggas throats Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable (Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) (Verse Two: Krayzie Bone) You niggas better not try to run up And don't try to say we ain't told you You're dealing with killers and soldiers Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over Nigga controller Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up Flow up Makaveli The Don, got niggas strapped and ready to bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?) Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance Thugs don't fuck around We get back at 'em so swiftly, niggas is with me underground Slug in a niggas mug, reppin' Midwest Side Niggas if you a thug get your weapon, let's ride Ride for Pac, Pac, get live for Pac, Pac, Pop off the Glock, Glock The thugging it don't stop (Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone & Tupac) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Get it on till I die) It's that Tupac (Pac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) It's that Tupac (Tupac) (Y'all, Y'all remember me) (Verse Three: Tupac) Only wish to breed I explode into a million seeds Ya'll remember me Legendary live eternally Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace Blast me but never ask me to live a lie Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? (Westcoast) Now I'm worldwide Niggas gossip like girls then hide No offence to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy My destiny to overthrow those on top of me Fiending for currency the money be calling Can you feel me, dreaming? Seeing scenes of me balling? Fuck you bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through We Outlaws rushing you busting you We untouchable
[After about a minute of mixing] [Bomb explosions, gun shots]
(You know what you be?)
[Hussein Fatal] You be like the type that come at me And shoot one at me, Tryna set it, Then get another nigga to dead it Outlaws we 'trol heat Ya cold feet remain frozen As Hussein show thieves That got our own name stolen I'm Hussein, Flyin' down 95 in two lanes Wearin' fitted and blue chain The one out of these two thangs Hustle or be hustled, Tussle and these tough They sheaths hunt you down When you around and ya knees buckle Popped up, whopped up, glock cocked up An' got ya cop shot up, Came to shook shop up I took money, gave 'em horror Recruit crooks for me Keep my finger on strap, 'Til the gat looked ugly I mash fast illy G-packers get bagged silly We pack mac millis You know the science for that These niggas tryna rap When I spit it like I'm committed Wid triple and double digits Bag whatever bubble wid it All y'all gon' do is be talkin' while I walk Wid the war you ball way Either way you playin' ya partner Watch me bop down ya block Wid my suit and chocolates On some Deathrow Pac shit Outlaw Kadaf shit, I got this, I let you know you playin' yourself Ain't seein' a damn bit ah coke You might be bangin' yaself Talk that crew shit, I'm knowin' already who ain't gon' do shit, Pack one nasty new wid, a lil' bit of blue shit Confucious, run deep from Jerz, Right off clue shit Makaveli shit still bangin' Y'all shoulda knew this
