2Pac — 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 tryin' to get this [Verse 1: 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 the 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' [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 tryin' to get this [Verse 2: 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 here before Fugitive, task force at my girlfriend door Now they checkin' in her 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, angels 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 crocodile 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 [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 tryin' to get this [Verse 3: 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, 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 keepin' the shot money, progressive They don't really want no drama, I know your goons That's 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 Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losin', songs are evolution If I load your gun for you when we bang it out with 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 [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 tryin' to get this