In today's music news, the controversial Tupac Shakur has released another album under the alias Makaveli Music insiders are running trying to rearrange other artist Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart
no one knows the exact cause of the new album Resources tell me a number of less rappers Have joined together in conspiracy to the character Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Excuse me Makaveli's assault On Sleep, Notorius P.I.G. and several other New York rappers Jay-Z, from 'Hawaiian fame, Big Little whatever
And other corny sounding motherfuckers Are understandably up by this release The everybody wants to know is why'd they get This nigga Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available For comment but released statement
It's not about or West It's about niggaz and bitches, and money Riders and punks, side are you on?
These niggaz is fucking talking? You niggaz still breathing? Fucking roaches, Aight, it's the Raid for your (All day, everyday)
It's the raid for you motherfuckers (The in yo' ass) This is it nigga, Killuminati (Outlaw lifestyle) the Don, solo shit, bring it
Allow me to first, Makaveli the Don Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the Qu'Ran Niggaz get like 5-0 My forty-five gun's next to me we ride, for survival
Money making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen Let me the topic, then we drop it snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride? Located wide like the art of Graffiti
I I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty Born on a dopefiend's titty, huh, in every city find me for trouble right behind me My niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggaz ducking my guillotine stare I'm right there, my every word, a nightmare Get me high, let me see the sun rise and This for my dogs to die for yours
Extreme venom, no when we all up in 'em Cut 'em down to is where we send 'em My whole team, trained to ride or die Murder lyrically and I'm not gon' cry
Me, a born leader leave the block without my heater Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga And not a whimper 'til I'm Thug Life running through my so I'm strong
Bye bye bye, get high and ride Oh, how do we do niggaz but I'm not gon' cry I'm a Bad Boy killa, die too Looking out for Deep, nigga when I find you
motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeah West coast ridah, right behind ya never fucked wit me I money hoes sex and weed I won't till my road dawgs free, bomb first
We, bomb when we ride Please, 'fo you die We ain't even come to nobody tonight But it's my or yo' life and I'ma bomb first
We, bomb when we ride Please, 'fo you die We ain't even come to fight But it's my or yo' life and I'ma bomb first
For so many days and some many we've been ducking strays They delivers but we some Bad Boy killers Got to lose, I gots no where to go I got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the And I be a on a mission Sent to do, what you'll never do and that's for the 'cause Yes, die for the cause
Ya, best believe if I'ma leave this bitch, yo, I'm dying yours Kamikaze, sicker a muh'fucking Nazi Got a little question for that nigga made Paparazzi If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfucking cash
Then what is your motherfucking None can us E.D.I. Amin worthless That's until the day, I decided to first, bitch
Come on, it, we'll stick with it on, bring it
Your style wack as ever, like you was patent leather massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough Half half drug kingpin, yer telling fairy tales dunn 'King of New York', like you the motherfucking
But I'm from Jerz and we play that shit From the Claire down to Bricks, all my niggaz flipping chips Getting rich, even though hard Trying to through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolv' with no signs 'Cause yo my man took Now, I'm the young one the nine Ready to put in my Shoot first, look at they burst bleeding Don't want to no shit this evening, believe me
We, bomb first when we Please, 'fo you die G's, and niggaz on the rise and bomb first
We, bomb when we ride Please, 'fo you die G's, and niggaz on the rise and bomb first