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2Pac

Dumpin'

 

Dumpin'

(альбом: Pac's Life - 2006)


[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

[2pac:]
Murderous mind state, can't keep my 9 straight
Sipping on this Hennessy, waiting 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, labeled for drug-selling merciless jackers
Forever buzzed, roll with thugs and dogs
Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in a fog
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he's sleeping
My Mini-14 murdering niggas while they creeping
Uh, duck or you ass out, drink 'til you pass out
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving 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 dumping

[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

[Hussein Fatal:]
When it's on, I'm popping off every chance I get
Out the window on some Uptown Anthem shit
I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here, I been there before
Fugitive, task force at my girlfriend door
Now they checking 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 laying up in my casket
Or doing life in the can for me
Maybe I'm breezy or paranoid than a bitch
Me dying, 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 cocking the black pound
When they put the 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 chasing enemies in the night
Through the Henny I see the eyes of the Devil
G riding 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 trying 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 graverobbing 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 giving me better music
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement
Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losing
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!
Claiming you repping 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 trying to get this

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