In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac has Just released album under the alias Makaveli insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist Street dates, in of a wipeout in retail interchart movement
no one knows the exact cause of the new album Resources tell me a number of less fortunate Have joined together in to assassinate the character Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row Records as
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is at Tupac Excuse me Makaveli's verbal On Mobb Sleep, P.I.G. and several other New York rappers Jay-Z, from 'Hawaiian Sophie' fame, Big Little
And other corny sounding motherfuckers Are understandably shaken up by release The everybody wants to know is why'd they get This nigga started? Tupac, Makaveli, was not available For comment but released this
It's not about or West It's about niggaz and bitches, and money Riders and punks, which are you on?
niggaz is still fucking talking? You still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight Aight, the Raid for your cockroaches (All day, everyday)
the raid for you punk motherfuckers (The in yo' ass) is it nigga, Killuminati style (Outlaw lifestyle) Makaveli the Don, solo shit, it
Allow me to introduce first, the Don Hysterical, spiritual like the Holy Qu'Ran Niggaz get like 5-0 My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for
Money making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen Let me introduce the topic, we drop it Expose snakes 'cause breath freely, see me ride? Located world wide like the art of
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my is shitty Born on a dopefiend's titty, huh, in every city find me Look for right behind me My Outlaw down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggaz ducking my guillotine stare I'm right there, my every word, a fucking Get me high, let me see the sun and fall for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no when we all up in 'em Cut 'em to Hell is where we send 'em My whole team, trained to ride or die Murder lyrically and I'm not gon' cry
Me, a born never leave the block without my heater Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga And not a whimper I'm gone Thug Life through my veins so I'm strong
Bye bye bye, let's get high and Oh, how do we do niggaz but I'm not gon' cry I'm a Bad Boy killa, die too Looking out for Mobb Deep, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't to breathe How many niggaz down to die for me? yeah West coast ridah, right behind ya never fucked wit me I want money sex and weed I won't till my road dawgs free, bomb first
We, first when we ride Please, 'fo you die We ain't come to hurt nobody tonight But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma bomb
We, first when we ride Please, 'fo you die We ain't even come to fight But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma bomb
For so many days and some many ways we've ducking strays delivers but we still some Bad Boy killers Got nothing to lose, I gots no to go I got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, Makaveli, be the general And I be a soldier on a Sent to do, what you'll never do and that's ride for the Yes, I'll die for the
Ya, best believe if leave this bitch, yo, I'm dying with yours Kamikaze, sicker than a Nazi Got a little for that nigga that made Paparazzi If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfucking mayne
Then what is your purpose? None can us E.D.I. born worthless That's the day, I decided to bomb first, bitch
Come on, bring it, stick with it on, bring it
Your style wack as ever, you was rocking patent leather Causing massive terror, niggaz lack, you ain't thorough Half rapper half drug kingpin, yer telling fairy dunn 'King of New York', like you the motherfucking
But I'm from and we don't play that shit the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flipping chips Getting rich, even though hard Trying to creep through halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolv' with no warning 'Cause yo my man took Now, I'm the young one with the to put in my time Shoot first, look at they burst bleeding want to hear no shit this evening, believe me
We, bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die G's, and thug niggaz on the Plan-plot-strategize and first
We, bomb first when we Please, 'fo you die G's, and thug on the rise and bomb first