My Own Style / Our Own Style

[Intro: 2Pac & Greg Nice] Old jealous ass motherfuckers Yo 'Pac, baby what's up? (They'd love to see me in my motherfuckin' casket) What's up my nigga? Greg motherfuckin' Nice (It ain't happenin') That new?, yeah (That's one of them new Ben Franklin's You're countin' 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 fuckin' realest, let's do it (Ahhhh) [Chorus: 2Pac] How we; Our own styles 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 Our own styles [Verse 1: 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 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 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 doin' it worldwide Ha ha, 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 them to sleep, then evade the cops I'll 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 their cash in stacks Get your ass on the cash checks, mash in packs Forever ballin', the alcohol callin' 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 (HUH!) play give them Hell, my thug nation [Hook: Greg Nice] 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 (HUH!) freak our own styles (HUH!) Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we (Yeah) freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles [Verse 2: E.D.I. Amin] Enter; make yourself welcome! 'Cause E.D.I. is hostin' Rollin' with niggas on the mash, coast to coastin' We don't be boastin', no high postin' is allowed Makaveli hit us a lick and we set to make 20 thou' But it's all gravy, baby who does this daily? It ain't amazin', real niggas trail blazin' Man, stays in constant flow 'cause we gots to get it y'all 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? then picture me rollin' with niggas from Hoboken to Oakland Puttin' it down more potent than that shit you're smokin' One Nation! [Verse 3: 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 comin' What you gonna be shootin' or runnin'? My crew was trained for gunnin', soldier state your name and number We're racin' Hummers, tryin' 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 trainin', trained triggers for the aimin' Jersey claimin'; ain't a damn thing changin', One Nation! [Hook: Greg Nice] Peep out how we freak our own styles (styles) Peep out how we freak our own styles (styles) Peep out how we freak our own styles (styles) Peep out how we freak our own styles (styles) Peep out how we freak our own styles (styles) Peep out how we freak our own styles (styles) Peep out how we freak our own styles Peep out how we freak our own styles (OoohhaaaahhhHH) Said what? - said what? [Verse 4: Greg Nice] I been rockin' mics since Sergio Valenti Down for my people just like Kunta Kinte Got more Boricua mommies than Tito Puente 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 motherfuckin' 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 nothin' to it but alleviate stress [Hook: Greg Nice] Peep out how we freak our own styles (styles) Peep out how we freak our own styles (styles) Peep out how we freak our own styles (styles) Peep out how we freak our own styles (styles) Peep out how we freak our own styles (styles) [Outro: 2Pac & Greg Nice] Ha ha ha ha shit, was it ever a war? (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 RIDE NIGGA), (World Wide) Nobody tryin' to be clashin' and shit Motherfuckers tryin' to get their cash That's why we mash in this bitch (Greg Nice, 2Pac and Tha Outlawz) So I'ma just ride out on this motherfucker Let my Oakland peeps let you bitch made niggas know how we roll (Baby Jesus and them Allstars, you know how we doin' it (BIATCH!!)