(feat. Greg Nice) Old jealous ass mother fuckers Yo Pac baby whatsup They'd love to see me in my mafuckin casket Whats up my nigga, Greg mothafuckin Nice It aint happenin That new? Yea Thats one of them new Ben Franklins You countin there baby Pac? We gotta get our cash man Do it We gotta get that money West side and the east side Ow man, this is how we do it East west west east to south I do it Feel it? We're the fuckin realest Do it Ahhhh How we... Our own styles How we... Our own styles ... Our own styles How we... Our own styles How we... Our own styles How we... Our own styles How we... Our own styles ... Our own styles Dont'cha love it Tupac free shit that reach the public Still I believe my speech so deep That all my real niggas dub it Ass naked rhymes In these cash makin times Got me losin my mind Inside the lines of these wicked rhymes Lable me a ghetto star Coming up quick, shit Fuck what you heard We be runnin this shit Its plain to see My whole damn click shine bright Always knew the real niggas'd end the shit When the time was right Now east to west its irrelevant We doin it world wide Haha, similar to bitches Like girls they hide They die slow When I ride low bumpin this beat I bury all bitch made niggas Comin for me I rock em to sleep Then evade the cops Hahahaha, never go alive 45 Blazin shots, still gettin mine Livin blind, search for salvation Still got my guns But I visualize One Nation My work is done With my niggas, get they cash in stacks Get yo ass on the cash chase Mash in packs Haha, forever ballin That alcohol callin me And I still bust on em all Til they crawl to me To all my hiphop junkies And my niggas in jail When this song play give em hell My thug nation Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Uh... Peep out how we freak our own styles Uh... Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Yeah... Ha. Peep out how we freak our own styles Enter make yourself welcome Cause Edi is hostin Rollin with niggas on the mash Coast to coastin We dont be boastin Na No high postin is allowed Makaveli hit us a lick And we set to make 20 thou But its all gravy Baby, we does this daily It ain't amazin Real niggas trail blazin Man, Stays in constant flow Cause we gots to get it yo Always had a passion for cash So now its gettin critical Digital display relays that on this day The east coast west coast war is now history Feel me Then picture me rollin With niggas from Hoboken to Oakland Puttin it down More potent than that shit you smokin One Nation Young Noble I'm calm and casual Bomb like the average dude The end be tragical Televised, I'm nasty new The revolution comin What you gon be shootin or runnin My crew was trained for gunnin Soldier state your name and number We racin Hummers Tryn' to catch the sunset We lake state runners A hand full of death threats So whats next? A war plan and a strategy Battle me to the death Theres no left To hell with casualties We made niggas under trainin Trained triggers for the aimin Jerzy claimin and ain't a damn thing changing One Nation Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles OoohhaaaahhhHH I been rockin mic's since Sergio Valente Down for my people just like Kunta Kinte Got more bodiqua mamis than Tito Peuente My man tupac picked me up in the Bentley They come from the East Come to speak peace They come from the West Bring the buddha, bless Come from the East Come to speak peace Come from the West Bring the buddha, bless It aint no muthafuckin hair off my chest Times is hard I rock a bullet proof vest Met so many yes men so many yes They tried to gas my head like Hess The heavenly father put me to the test Divide and conquer, what I do best Aint nothin to it but alleviate stress Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles Hahahaha Shit, was it ever a war? Aw man yo Pac this is all lovely baby Only in your minds Yeah nigga Today we sign the treaty East Side All the real niggas rise West side Pay these motherfuckers We ride nigga Nobody tryin to be clashin and shit World Wide Motherfuckers tryin to get they cash Greg Nice Thats why we mash in this bitch Tupac So Ima just ride out on this mothafucka Outlaws Smith N Wesson Let my Oakland peeps let you bitch made niggas know how we roll Baby Jesus and them all stars You know how we doin it AhhHHHh
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