In music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has Just another album under the alias Makaveli Music insiders are running wild to rearrange other artist Street dates, in of a wipeout in retail interchart movement
Although no one the exact cause of the new album Resources tell me a number of less fortunate 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 Excuse me verbal assault On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G. and several New York rappers Jay-Z, from 'Hawaiian Sophie' fame, Big Little
And several other sounding motherfuckers Are understandably shaken up by release The everybody wants to know is why'd they get This started? Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available For comment but this statement
It's not East or West about niggaz and bitches, power and money Riders and punks, which are you on?
These is still 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) Makaveli the Don, solo shit, it
Allow me to introduce first, the Don Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the Holy Niggaz get shook 5-0 My forty-five next to me when we ride, for survival
Money making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen Let me the topic, then we drop it Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me Located wide like the art of Graffiti
I think I'm than Nitti, my attitude is shitty Born on a dopefiend's titty, huh, in every city you'll me Look for right behind me My Outlaw down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggaz ducking from my guillotine I'm right there, my every word, a nightmare Get me high, let me see the sun and fall This for my down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no when we all up in 'em Cut 'em down to is where we send 'em My team, trained to explode ride or die Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not cry
Me, a born leader never leave the block my heater Two big pits, I them my bitch nigga eaters And not a whimper 'til I'm Thug running through my veins 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 Mobb Deep, nigga I find you
Weak don't deserve to breathe How many down to die for me? Yeah yeah West coast ridah, right behind ya Should've never wit me I want hoes sex and weed I won't rest till my road dawgs free, bomb
We, bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die We ain't even come to hurt nobody But it's my life or yo' and I'ma bomb first
We, bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die We ain't even come to tonight But it's my life or yo' and I'ma bomb first
For so many and some many ways we've been ducking strays They delivers but we still some Bad Boy Got nothing to lose, I no where 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, you'll never do and that's ride for the 'cause Yes, die for the cause
Ya, best if I'ma leave this bitch, yo, I'm dying with yours Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fucking Got a little for that nigga that made Paparazzi If you ain't in this rap game, for the cash mayne
Then is your motherfucking purpose? None can us E.D.I. Amin worthless That's until the day, I decided to first, bitch
Come on, bring it, stick with it Come on, it
Your style wack as ever, like you was rocking 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 one?
But I'm from Jerz and we play that shit From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz chips rich, even though it's hard Trying to creep through these halls and
Without scarred by a revolv' no warning signs 'Cause yo my man five Now, I'm the one with the nine to put in my time Shoot first, look at they burst bleeding Don't want to hear no shit this evening, me
We, bomb 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