2Pac – Dumpin' (feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas) Lyrics

2Pac – Dumpin' (feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas) Lyrics
Dumpin'
2Pac (feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas)
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    "Dumpin'." - 2Pac (feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas)

    Album: Pac's Life
    Track No: 03
    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
    Murderous mind state
    Can't keep my nine straight
    Sippin' on this Hennessy
    Waitin' for the time to break
    Show up and motherfuckas
    Bow down, recognize
    Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, riders
    Untouchable mob of pistol packers
    Well known felons labeled for
    Drug selling, merciless jackers
    Forever buzzed
    Roll with thugs and dogs
    Commence to letting off rounds
    Then escape in the fog
    Who wanna see me solo?
    Catch Machiavelli while he sleepin'
    My mini fourteen murderin' ****
    While they creepin'
    Duck or you ass out
    Drink 'till you pass out
    Ain't scared to die
    Drunk drivin' in my glass house
    **** is under me
    They bitches come to me
    They heard the stories, ****
    Now they wanna really see
    Bomb first, my motto
    It's fully guaranteed
    ****  is player 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 tryin' 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 here before
    Fugitive task force
    At my girlfriend's door
    Now they checkin' in her bedroom
    I ain't there
    Forty 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 you take me to die
    You think God had a plan for me?
    But he won't layin' up in my casket
    Or doin' life in the can for me
    Maybe I'm brazy
    Or paranoid than a bitch
    Me dyin', you think I'd let him see
    The joy from that shit?
    Walkin' 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 blap
    Soldier like Geronimo Pratt
    And come through cockin'
    The black pound
    When they put the Twin Towers up
    Pac, I'm knockin' 'em back down
    Poster child, check
    Air Force Ones with the crew
    The DOW checks
    I'm supposed to wild sex
    Money and murder
    Is all I breathe in my life
    It's full judges and chasin'
    Enemies in the night
    Through the Henny
    I see the eyes of the Devil
    He ridin' with extra boxes of bullets
    To the nine and the shovel
    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
    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 the box 'cause
    Them grave robbin' 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 Keeper
    And Sha Money, progressin'
    They don't really want no drama
    I know they goons
    That's why I keep pressure
    On 'em like a open wound'
    This God give and 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 of evolution
    If I load your gun for you
    And we bang it out
    With some other ****
    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 tryin' to get this
    Young nation just tryin' to get this
    Just tryin' to get this

    Writer(s): Carl Thomas, 2Pac, Delmar Arnaud, Canei Finch/Mclervoix, Bruce Washington, Willie Mackie, Ricardo Brown, sean cole & Ronald Brooks.

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