Tupac Feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose, & Carl Thomas Dumpin' Lyrics
            (Chours: Carl Thomas)
        
            Who you are?
            One nation under a thug in bullet scars
            Young nation no revolution and no cause
            One nation young, black and dangerous by far
            Young nation just trying to get this
        
            (Verse One: Tupac)
        
            Murderous mind state
            Can't keep my nine straight
            Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
            Show up and m_________er's bow down, recognize
            Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders
            Untouchable mob of pistol packers
            Well known felons, labelled for drug selling, merciless jackers
            Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons
            Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog
            Who wanna see me solo?
            Catch Makaveli while he sleeping
            My mini-fourteen murdering n____s while they creeping
            Duck or you a__ out, drink till you pass out
            Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse
            n____s is under me
            They b____es come to me
            They heard the stories n____, now they want to really see
            Bomb first my motto, is fully guaranteed
            n____s is player haters
            Label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'
        
            (Chorus)
        
            (Verse Two: Hussein Fatal)
        
            When it's on I'm popping off every chance I get
            Out the window on some uptown anthem s___
            I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've been here before
            Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's door
            Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there
            Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, 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 and doing life in a can for me
            Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a b____
            Me dying?
            You think I'll let them see joy from that s___?
            Walking dead angels spending last days by me
            New Jersey Jon like Dave Tyre
            Young George or Jonathan Jack, yours guns clap mine'll got 'brrat'
            A soldier like Geronimo Pratt
            And come through c___ing the black pound
            When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down
            Poster child yeah, Air Force Ones with the crocadile checks one some poster wild s__
            Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life, it's full of judges and chasing enemies in the night
            Through the Henney I see the eyes of the devil
            G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil
        
            (Chorus)
        
            (Verse Three: 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 because of them grave robbing b______s, dig ya' grave back up
            s_____ed you out the casket
            Worms in my eyes
            Eating through my cabbage, it's 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 your goon's
            That's why I keep pressure on them like on 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 will you bang it out, I'll do some other n____s you better shoot it
            Don't try to lie and say you was busting 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 none sareen a dream, get ready for execution,
            Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the revolution
        
            (Chorus)
        
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