Can anyone tell me who produced it?
Also, does anybody know what he says in the lines/phrases that are missing? There might be some errors elsewhere too.
Verse One (Tupac):
Don’t you love it, Tupac freak shit, that reach the public
Still I, believe my speech, so deep that all my real niggas (???) it
(????) rhymes, in these cash makin’ times
Got me losin’ my mind inside the lines of these wicked rhymes
Label me a ghetto star, comin’ up quick
Shit, fuck what you heard, we be runnin’ this shit
It’s plain to see, my whole damn click shine bright
Always knew the real niggass would end this shit when the time is right
Now east to west is irrelevant, we doin’ it worldwide
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 I made ya cops
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 when my niggas get they cash in stacks
Get your ass on the cash, checks, mash and pass
Forever ballin’, the alcohol callin’ me
And I still bustin’ em all when they crawl to me
To all my hip-hop junkies and my niggas in jail
When this song play, give em hell, my thug nation
Chorus (Greg Nice): (Repeat 8x)
Peep out, how we, freak our own style
Verse Two (E.D.I. Amin):
Enter, and make yourself welcome, cause E.D.I. is hostin’
Rollin’ with niggas on the mass, coast to coastin’
We don’t be (???) , no high postin’ is allowed
Makaveli here to (????), and we set to make 20 out
But it’s all gravy, baby, we does this daily
It ain’t amazin', real niggas trailblazin’
(???), stays in (?????), cause we gotta get it yo
Always had a passion for cash so now it’s gettin’ critical
Digital, display relays that on this day
The east coast, west coast war is now history, feel me
Now picture me rollin’, with niggas from (???) to Oakland
Puttin’ it down more potent than that shit you smokin’, one nation
(Young Noble):
Young Noble, I’m calm and casual
Bomb like the Arabs do
The end be tragical, televised on nasty news
The revolution comin’, what you gonna be shootin’ or runnin’
My crew is trained for gunnin’, soldier state your name and number
We racin’ Hummers, tryin’ to catch the sunset
We laced they 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 mame niggas under trainin’, train triggers for the aim
In Jersey claimin’, ain’t a damn thing changin’, one nation
Chorus (Greg Nice): (Repeat 8x)
Verse Three (Greg Nice):
I been rockin’ mics since Sergio Valente?(SIC)
Bow for my people just like Kuntakente
Got more (???), while (?????)
My man Tupac picked me up in the Bentley
I come from the east, uh, come to speak peace
Come from the west, bring the Bhudda blessed
Come from the east, uh, come to speak peace
Come from the west, bring the Bhudda blessed
It ain’t no motherfuckin’ hair off my chest
Times is hard, I wear a bulletproof vest
Met so many yes men, so many, yes
They tried to gash my head like (????)
The Heavenly Father put me to the test
Divide and conquer, what I do best
Ain’t nothin’ to it, but alleviate stress
Peep out how we freak our own style
Chorus (Greng Nice): (Repeat 4x)
Also, does anybody know what he says in the lines/phrases that are missing? There might be some errors elsewhere too.
Verse One (Tupac):
Don’t you love it, Tupac freak shit, that reach the public
Still I, believe my speech, so deep that all my real niggas (???) it
(????) rhymes, in these cash makin’ times
Got me losin’ my mind inside the lines of these wicked rhymes
Label me a ghetto star, comin’ up quick
Shit, fuck what you heard, we be runnin’ this shit
It’s plain to see, my whole damn click shine bright
Always knew the real niggass would end this shit when the time is right
Now east to west is irrelevant, we doin’ it worldwide
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 I made ya cops
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 when my niggas get they cash in stacks
Get your ass on the cash, checks, mash and pass
Forever ballin’, the alcohol callin’ me
And I still bustin’ em all when they crawl to me
To all my hip-hop junkies and my niggas in jail
When this song play, give em hell, my thug nation
Chorus (Greg Nice): (Repeat 8x)
Peep out, how we, freak our own style
Verse Two (E.D.I. Amin):
Enter, and make yourself welcome, cause E.D.I. is hostin’
Rollin’ with niggas on the mass, coast to coastin’
We don’t be (???) , no high postin’ is allowed
Makaveli here to (????), and we set to make 20 out
But it’s all gravy, baby, we does this daily
It ain’t amazin', real niggas trailblazin’
(???), stays in (?????), cause we gotta get it yo
Always had a passion for cash so now it’s gettin’ critical
Digital, display relays that on this day
The east coast, west coast war is now history, feel me
Now picture me rollin’, with niggas from (???) to Oakland
Puttin’ it down more potent than that shit you smokin’, one nation
(Young Noble):
Young Noble, I’m calm and casual
Bomb like the Arabs do
The end be tragical, televised on nasty news
The revolution comin’, what you gonna be shootin’ or runnin’
My crew is trained for gunnin’, soldier state your name and number
We racin’ Hummers, tryin’ to catch the sunset
We laced they 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 mame niggas under trainin’, train triggers for the aim
In Jersey claimin’, ain’t a damn thing changin’, one nation
Chorus (Greg Nice): (Repeat 8x)
Verse Three (Greg Nice):
I been rockin’ mics since Sergio Valente?(SIC)
Bow for my people just like Kuntakente
Got more (???), while (?????)
My man Tupac picked me up in the Bentley
I come from the east, uh, come to speak peace
Come from the west, bring the Bhudda blessed
Come from the east, uh, come to speak peace
Come from the west, bring the Bhudda blessed
It ain’t no motherfuckin’ hair off my chest
Times is hard, I wear a bulletproof vest
Met so many yes men, so many, yes
They tried to gash my head like (????)
The Heavenly Father put me to the test
Divide and conquer, what I do best
Ain’t nothin’ to it, but alleviate stress
Peep out how we freak our own style
Chorus (Greng Nice): (Repeat 4x)
