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