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 wipeout in retail interchart
no one knows the exact cause of the new album Resources tell me a number of less rappers Have joined together in conspiracy to the character Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row as well
Nas, the alleged ring of it, is furious at Tupac Excuse me Makaveli's verbal On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G. and several other New York Jay-Z, from 'Hawaiian fame, Big Little whatever
And several other sounding motherfuckers Are understandably shaken up by release The question everybody to know is why'd they get nigga started? Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available For comment but released this
It's not about East or It's about and bitches, power and money Riders and punks, side are you on?
These is still fucking talking? You niggaz still Fucking roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid for cockroaches (All day, everyday)
It's the raid for you motherfuckers (The in yo' ass) This is it nigga, style (Outlaw lifestyle) the Don, solo shit, bring 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 at hand, swollen pockets Let me introduce the topic, we drop it snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride? Located wide like the art of Graffiti
I I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty Born on a dopefiend's titty, huh, in every city find me Look for trouble right me My niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggaz ducking my guillotine stare I'm right there, my every word, a fucking Get me high, let me see the sun rise and for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no when we all up in 'em Cut 'em down to is where we send 'em My whole team, to explode ride or die Murder motherfuckers and I'm not gon' cry
Me, a born leader leave the block without my heater Two big pits, I them my bitch nigga eaters And not a whimper 'til I'm Thug Life through my veins so I'm strong
Bye bye bye, get high and ride Oh, how do we do these but I'm not gon' cry I'm a Bad Boy killa, die too Looking out for Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't to breathe How many niggaz to die for me? Yeah yeah West coast ridah, coming behind ya never fucked wit me I money hoes sex and weed I won't till my road dawgs free, bomb first
We, first when we ride Please, 'fo you die We ain't even come to nobody tonight But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma first
We, bomb when we ride Please, 'fo you die We even come to fight tonight But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma first
For so many days and some many ways we've been ducking They delivers but we still Bad Boy killers Got nothing to lose, I gots no to go I got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general And I be a soldier on a Sent to do, what you'll do and that's ride for the 'cause Yes, die for the cause
Ya, best believe if I'ma leave this bitch, yo, I'm dying yours Kamikaze, sicker than a Nazi Got a little question for that nigga that Paparazzi If you ain't in this rap game, for the cash mayne
Then what is your purpose? None can us E.D.I. Amin worthless That's the day, I decided to bomb first, bitch
Come on, bring it, we'll stick it Come on, it
Your style wack as ever, you was rocking patent leather Causing massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't Half rapper half drug kingpin, yer fairy tales dunn 'King of New York', like you the motherfucking
But I'm from and we don't play that shit From the down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flipping chips rich, even though it's hard Trying to through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolv' no warning signs yo my man took five Now, I'm the young one the nine Ready to put in my first, look at they head burst bleeding Don't want to hear no this evening, believe me
We, bomb when we ride Please, 'fo you die G's, and thug niggaz on the Plan-plot-strategize and first
We, first when we ride Please, 'fo you die G's, and thug on the rise Plan-plot-strategize and first