In today's music news, the ever controversial Shakur has released another album under the alias Makaveli Music insiders are running wild trying to other artist Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new Resources tell me a of less fortunate rappers Have joined together in conspiracy to the character Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row records as
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is at Tupac me Makaveli's verbal assault On Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian fame, Big Little whatever
And several corny sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by this The question everybody to know is Why'd get this nigga started? Tupac, rather was not available for comment But this statement
It's not about or West about niggaz and bitches Power and money, and punks Which are you on?
Gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit
These is still fuckin' talkin'? You nigga breathin'? Fuckin' roaches, Aight, it's the on you
All day You muthafuckas The shit Style the Don Solo
It
Allow me to first the Don Spirits, Spurting, Spiritual, Like the Holy
Niggas get Shook 5-0 My 4-5 gun is to me when we ride Survival Money plans
closing hands Swollen Let me the topic Then we it
Expose Snakes they breath freely See me Located world Like the art of
I think I'm tougher any My is shitty Born in the dope titty And every city you'll me
for trouble Right me My niggas to die for me
Naw what I
I hit the ducking for my Guillotine Stare I'm there My word
A fucking mare Getting Let me see the sun rise and This is for my
Down to die for Venom No we all up in 'em
Cut 'em To hell is we send them My whole to explode
die Murder lyrically And I'm not cry Me
A leader Never leave the my heater Two big I call Mobb bitch
eaters And I won't whimper I'm gone Thug Running my veins So I'm
Ha ha ha
Bye, bye, bye Lets get and ride Oh, how do we do these But I'm not cry I'm a Bad Boy
die too Looking out for Deep when I find you Weak muthafuckas deserve to breathe How many down to die for me
Yeah,
Coast Ridaz Comin' right ya Should've never wit me I money hoes sex and weed I wont rest my Row Doggs free Bomb
We Bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die We didn't even come to hurt tonight, tonight (Hurt nobody) But it's my life or life And I'm a bomb
We first when we ride Please, 'fo you die We didn't even to hurt nobody tonight, tonight (Hurt nobody) But my life or your life And I'm a bomb
For so days and some many ways been duckin' strays Hate to us But we still Bad Boy Killas
Got to lose, got no where to go I got one home see me stranded on Death Row Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general and I be a on a mission, suptitude
But you'll do That's ride for the Yes die for the cause Ya believe if I leave this bitch, I'm dyin' with choice
sicker than a mothafuckin' Nazi Got a little question for that nigga that Poparazi Tell me if you ain't in this rap For the cash man
Then what is ya purpose None for Idi born worthless That's until the day I to bomb first bitch
Noble
Yer style wack as Like you was patent leather a massive terror Ya'll lack, you ain't terrel
Half rapper half kingpen Yer fairy tales son Kickin' New York like you the one But I'm from Jers we play that shit
From the Claire down to North All my niggas chips Gettin' Even it's hard
Tryin' to creep through halls abroad without scar by [unverified] no warning signs cause yo my man took five Now I'm the one with the nine to put in my time
Shoot first, at there head burst bleedin' Don't want to hear no shit this evening, me
We Bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die We didn't even come to hurt tonight, tonight (Hurt nobody) But it's my life or your And I'm a bomb
We Bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die We didn't even come to hurt tonight, tonight (Hurt nobody) But it's my life or life And I'm a first
We Bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die G's and Thug niggas on tha And bomb