Dumpin'

2Pac Feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas - Dumpin

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 trying to get this

Verse 1: 2pac
Murderers mind state,
Cant keep my nine straight,
Sippin on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break,
Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz,
Untouchable mob of pistol packers,
Well-known felons labeled for drug-selling merciless jackers,
Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs,
Commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog,
Who wants to see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping,
My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin, (Uh)
Duck cause you ass out,
Drink til you pass out,
Aint scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house,
Niggaz is under me,
They bitches come to me,
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see,
Born First, my motto, its fully guaranteed,
Niggaz is playa haters, label them my enemies, and dump em

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 trying to get this

Verse 2: Hussein Fatal
When its on, Im poppin off every chance I get,
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit,
Im stressin, but aint no pressure, I been here before,
Fugitive taskforce at my girlfriends door,
Now they checkin in her bedroom, I aint there,
Forty Cals, extended clips, still I aint scared,
Outlaw, and best believe they wont take me alive,
Im different and Imma prove it if it take me to die,
You think God had a plan for me?
But he wont be layin up in my casket or doin life in the can for me,
Maybe Im brazen or paranoid than a bitch,
Me dyin, you think Id let him see the joy from that shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go br-r-r-r-att,
Soldier like Geronimo Pratt,
And come through cockin tha black pound,
When they put the twin towers up, Pac, Im knockin em back down,
Poster child,
Air Force Ones, with the crocodile checks ,
Im supposed to wild sex,
Money and murder is all I breathe in my life,
Its 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 and a nine and a 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 trying to get this

Verse 3: Papoose
I always thought Id have to die to do a record with Pac,
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box,
You end up in the box cause them grave robbin bastards,
Dig your grave up and snatched you out the casket,
Worms in my eyes, eating through my cabbage,
The flesh to the bones,
The bones to the ashes,
But Im not dead,
Im actually in a session with the Pac Keeper, Sha Money , progressing,
They dont really want no drama, I know they goons,
Thats 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,
Yall cant kill me, yall forever losin,
Songs of evolution,
If I load your gun for you and we bang it out with some other niggas , you better shoot it,
Dont try to lie and say you was bustin, Im clever, stupid,
Claimin you reppin Ruthless,
You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,
The Nasareema 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 trying to get this

Young nation just trying to get this

Just trying to get this

End

2Pac Feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas - Dumpin