[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

[2Pac]
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 a 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´

[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

[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 there before
Fugitive, task force at my girlfriend door
Now they checkin´ out my 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, 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 the Twin Towers up
Pac, I´m knockin´ 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 9 and the shovel

[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

[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, snatched 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 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 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

[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