My Own Style

[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!!)