In today's music news, the ever controversial Shakur has released another album under the alias Makaveli Music insiders are wild trying to rearrange other artist Street dates, in fear of a in retail interchart movement
no one knows the exact cause of the new album Resources tell me a of less fortunate rappers Have together in conspiracy 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 assault On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G. and several other New rappers Jay-Z, from 'Hawaiian Sophie' fame, Big whatever
And several other corny sounding Are understandably shaken up by release The question everybody wants to is why'd they get nigga started? Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available For but released this statement
It's not East or West It's niggaz and bitches, power and money Riders and punks, which are you on?
These niggaz is still fucking You niggaz breathing? Fucking roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid for your (All day, everyday)
It's the for you punk motherfuckers (The in yo' ass) is it nigga, Killuminati style (Outlaw lifestyle) Makaveli the Don, shit, bring it
Allow me to introduce first, the Don Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the 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 'cause they breath freely, see me world 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 for trouble 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 nightmare Get me high, let me see the sun and fall This for my dogs down to die for
Extreme venom, no mercy we all up in 'em Cut 'em down to is where we send 'em My whole team, trained to explode or die Murder motherfuckers and I'm not gon' cry
Me, a born leader never the block without my heater Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga And not a whimper I'm gone Thug Life running my veins so I'm strong
Bye bye bye, let's get high and Oh, how do we do these but I'm not gon' cry I'm a Bad Boy killa, die too out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak don't deserve to breathe How niggaz down to die for me? Yeah yeah West coast ridah, coming behind ya Should've never wit me I want money hoes sex and I won't rest till my road free, bomb first
We, first when we ride Please, 'fo you die We even come to hurt nobody tonight But it's my life or yo' and I'ma bomb first
We, first when we ride Please, 'fo you die We ain't come to fight tonight But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma bomb
For so many days and some ways we've been ducking strays delivers but we still some Bad Boy killers Got nothing to lose, I no where to go I got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the 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 I'ma leave this bitch, yo, I'm with yours Kamikaze, sicker a muh'fucking Nazi Got a little question for nigga that made Paparazzi If you ain't in this rap game, for the cash mayne
Then what is your motherfucking can serve us E.D.I. born worthless until the day, I decided to bomb first, bitch
Come on, it, we'll stick with it Come on, it
Your style wack as ever, like you was patent leather Causing massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you thorough rapper half drug kingpin, yer telling fairy tales dunn 'King of New York', you the motherfucking one?
But I'm from Jerz and we play that shit the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flipping chips Getting rich, even though it's Trying to creep through these and brawls
Without scarred by a with no warning signs 'Cause yo my man five Now, I'm the young one with the to put in my time Shoot first, look at they head burst want to hear no shit this evening, believe me
We, bomb first when we Please, 'fo you die G's, and thug niggaz on the Plan-plot-strategize and bomb
We, bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die G's, and thug on the rise and bomb first