In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac has Just another album under the alias Makaveli Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter movement
Although no one knows the cause of the new album Resources me a number of less fortunate rappers joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character Of not only Mr. but of Death Row records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Excuse me Makaveli's assault On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several other New rappers Jay-Z of Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by this The question everybody to know is Why'd they get this started? Tupac, rather was not available for comment But this statement
It's not East or West It's niggaz and bitches and money, riders and punks Which are you on?
Gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit
niggaz is still fuckin' talkin'? You nigga still roaches, aight Aight, the Raid on you
All day You punk The shit Style the Don Solo
It
Allow me to first the Don Spirits, Spurting, Spiritual, Like the Koran
Niggas get Shook 5-0 My 4-5 gun is next to me when we Plus Money plans
Pistol hands Swollen Let me introduce the Then we it
Expose Snakes 'cuz breath freely See me world wide Like the art of
I think I'm tougher any My is shitty in the dope fiends titty And every you'll find me
Looking for behind me My outlaw to die for me
Naw I mean
I hit the Niggas for my Guillotine Stare I'm right My word
A fucking night Getting Let me see the sun and fall This is for my
to die for yours Extreme No we all up in 'em
Cut 'em To hell is where we them My team to explode
die Murder muthafuckas And I'm not cry Me
A leader leave the block without my Two big I call them Mobb
eaters And I won't whimper till I'm Life Running my veins So I'm
Ha ha ha
Bye, bye, bye Lets get high and Oh, how do we do these But I'm not cry I'm a Bad Boy
die too Looking out for Mobb Nigga when I you Weak muthafuckas deserve to breathe How many niggas to die for me
Yeah,
West Ridaz right behind ya Should've fucked wit me I want hoes sex and weed I wont till my Row Doggs free First
We Bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die We didn't come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight (Hurt nobody) But it's my life or life And I'm a bomb
We Bomb when we ride Please, 'fo you die We didn't come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight (Hurt nobody) But it's my or your life And I'm a bomb
For so many days and some ways We've been strays Hate to us But we still Bad Boy Killas
Got nothin' to lose, got no 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 never do That's for the cause Yes I'll die for the Ya best believe if I leave this bitch, I'm with choice
sicker than a mothafuckin' Nazi Got a little for that nigga that made Poparazi Tell me if you ain't in this rap For the mothafuckin'' man
Then what is ya mothafuckin'' None for Idi Amin born That's until the day I decided to bomb first
Noble
Yer style as ever Like you was rocket leather Cause a terror Ya'll lack, you ain't terrel
Half half drug kingpen Yer fairy tales son Kickin' New York like you the one But I'm from Jers we don't that shit
From the Claire down to Bricks All my flippin' chips Gettin' Even it's hard
Tryin' to creep these halls abroad without scar by [unverified] With no warning signs cause yo my man five Now I'm the young one the nine ready to put in my
Shoot first, look at there head bleedin' Don't to hear no shit this evening, believe me
We Bomb when we ride Please, 'fo you die We didn't even to hurt nobody tonight, tonight (Hurt nobody) But it's my or your life And I'm a bomb
We Bomb first when we Please, 'fo you die We even come to hurt nobody 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 G's and niggas on tha rise And bomb