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!!)