[Intro: 2Pac (Greg Nice)]
Old jealous ass motherfuckers
(Yo 'Pac, baby what's up?)
They'd love to see me in my motherfucking casket
What's up my nigga? Greg motherfucking Nice
(It ain't happening)
That new? Yeah
(That's one of them new Ben Franklin's
You're counting there baby 'Pac?)
We gotta get our cash man, to do it
(We gotta get that money, homeboy)
We got the West Side and the East Side
(Oh man, this is how we do it)
East West, west east to south, that's how do it
They can feel it, We're the fucking realest, let's do it
(Ahhhh)
[Chorus: 2Pac] X2
How we; Our own styles
How we; Our own styles
How we; Our own styles
Our own styles
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Don't you love it? 2Pac 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 making times
Got me losing my mind inside the lines of these wicked rhymes
Label me a ghetto star, coming up quick
Shit! Fuck what you heard, we be running this shit
It's plain to see, my whole damn clique shine bright
Always knew the real niggas would end the shit when the time is right
Now East to West is irrelevant, we're doing it worldwide
Ha ha, similar to bitches, like girls they hide
They die slow, when I ride low, bumping this beat
I bury all bitch made niggas, coming for me
I rock them to sleep, then evade the cops
I'll never go alive, 45 Blazing shots
Still getting mine, living blind, search for salvation
Still got my guns, but I visualize One Nation
My work is done when my niggas get their cash in stacks
Get your ass on the cash chase, mash in packs
Forever balling, the alcohol calling me
And I still, bust on them all till they crawl to me
To all my Hip Hop junkies and my niggas in jail
When this song play give them Hell, my thug nation
[Hook: Greg Nice]
HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH!
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 HUH!
Peep out how we freak our own styles HUH!
Peep out how we freak our own styles
Peep out how we freak our own styles Yeah
Peep out how we freak our own styles
[Verse Two: EDI Amin]
Enter; make yourself welcome! cause EDI is hosting
Rolling with niggas on the mash, coast to coasting
We don't be boasting, no high posting is allowed
Makaveli hit us a lick and we set to make it for twenty years
But it's all gravy, baby who does this daily?
It ain't amazing, real niggas trail blazing
Man, stays in constant flow cause we gots to get it y'all
Always had a passion for cash so now it's getting critical
Digital, display relays that on this day
The East Coast/West Coast war is now history
Feel me? then picture me rolling with niggas from Hoboken to Oakland
Putting it down more potent than that shit you're smoking
One Nation!
[Verse Three: Young Noble]
Young Noble, I'm calm and casual
Bomb like the Arabs do, the end be tragical
Televised, I'm nasty new, the revolution coming
What you gonna be shooting or running?
My crew was trained for gunning, soldier state your name and number
We're racing Hummers, trying to catch the sunset
We lace state runners, a handful of death threats
So what's next? A war plan and a strategy
Battle me to the death, there's none left to hell with casualties
We made niggas under training, trained triggers for the aiming
Jersey claiming; ain't a damn thing changing, One Nation!
[Hook: Greg Nice]
OoohhaaaahhhHH said what? - said what?
[Verse Four: Greg Nice]
I been rocking mics since Sergio Valenti
Down for my people just like Kunta Kinte
Got more Boricua mommies than Tito Peuente
My man 2Pac picked me up in the Bentley
You come from the East, come to speak peace
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 ain't no motherfucking hair off my chest
Time is hard, I rock a bullet proof vest
Met so many yes men, so many yes
They try to gas my head like Hess
The heavenly father put me to the test
Divide and conquer what I do best
Ain't nothing to it but alleviate stress
[Hook: Greg Nice]
[Outro: 2Pac]
Ha ha ha ha shit, was it ever a war?
[Greg] Oh! man yo Pac, this is all lovely baby
Only in your minds (Yeah nigga)
Today we sign the treaty (East Side/West side)
All the real niggas ride, to pay these motherfuckers (We're riding nigga)
Nobody trying to be clashing and shit (World Wide)
Motherfuckers trying to get their cash
That's why we mash in this bitch (Greg Nice, 2Pac and Tha Outlawz)
So I'mma just ride out on this motherfucker (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 doing it, BIATCH!!)
