Intro: News Reporter In
today's music news.
The ever controversial Tupac Shakur has just released
another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild
trying to rearrange other artists street dates, in fear of a wipe out in
inter-chart movement. Although no
one knows the exact cause of the new album, resources tell me a number of less
fortunate rappers, have joined together in a conspiracy to assassinate the
character, of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Deathrow Records as well.
Nas,
the alleged ring leader of, is furious of Tupac's, excuse me, Makaveli's verbal
assault, on Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York
rappers. Jay-Z, from Hawaiian sophie fame, fake little whatever, and several
other corny sentimental motherfuckers, are understandable shaken up by this
release. The question everybody
wants to know is ... what'd they get this nigga started. Tupac, rather
Makaveli, was not available for comment, but did release this statement. (heart beat starts) Tupac
Talking "It's not about
east or west, it's about niggas and bitches, power and money, ridahs and
punks. Which side are you on?" (Six Shots)
You niggas is still fucking talking
You niggas still breathing,
Fucking roaches
Alright this is the raid on
cockroaches
All day
We fade you punk mutha-fuckas
The shit nigga
Killuminati Style
Outlaw
shit
Makaveli the Don
Solo shit
Bring It Verse 1 - Tupac
Allow me to introduce first
Makaveli the Don
Spittin'
spiritual Lyrics like the Holy Koran
Niggas get shook like 5-0
My .45
lurks next to me when we ride
For survival
Money making plans, pistol
close in hands
Swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic then we drop it
Expose snakes
cause they breath freely
See me rise
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than any
My attitude
shitty born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me looking for
trouble
Right behind me my outlaw niggas down to die for me
(Nawhat I mean)
I hit the scene
Niggas ducking for my
guillotine stare I'm right there
My every word
A fucking night mare
Getting high
let me see the sun rise and fall
This is for my dogs down to die for y'all
Extreme Venom
No mercy
when we all up in em cut em down
To hell is where we send em
My whole team
Trained to explode
ride or die
Murder muthafuckas lyrically and I'm not gon' cry
Me
A born leader
Never leave the block
without my heater
Two big pitts, I call them mob bitch nigga eaters
And I won't whimper till I'm gone
Thug
life running through my veins so I'm strong
Ha ha ha
Bye Bye bye lets get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas
but I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa (killa)
Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep
Nigga when I find you
Weak
muthafuckas don't deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me
Yeah
eh yayuh
West coast ridah comin right behind ya
Shoulda never fucked with
me
I want money hoes sex and fee
I won't rest till my row dog's free Chorus - Tupac Bomb first we
Bomb first when we ride, please
Reconsider
for' you die
We ain't even come to murder nobody tonight
But it's my life
or your life
And I'm a bomb first We
Bomb first when we
ride, please
Reconsider for' you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or your life
Then I'm a bomb first
Verse 2 - EDI For so many days and so many ways we've been duckin' strays
Hate to live us,
but still we some Badboy Killas
Got nothin' to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home see me stranded on Deathrow
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a
mission
Sent to do, what you'll never do
And that's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch I'm dyin' with
yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a
mu' fuckin' Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made Paparazzi
If you ain't in this rap game,
for the motherfuckin' cash man
Then what is ya motherfuckin purpose?
Known
for service
Idi Amin born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first bitch Tupac Talking C'mon, bring it
Lets get with it
C'mon,
bring it Hey, get that nigga ther
... Verse 3 - Young Noble
Yer style wack as ever
Like you was rockin' patent leather
Causing
massive terror
Ya'll niggas lack, you ain't terrel
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin' fairy tales son
Kickin' New York, like you the
motherfuckin' one
But I'm from Jers we don't play that shit
From the Claire down to North Bricks
All my niggas flippin' chips
gettin' rich
Even though it's hard
Tryin' to creep through these halls abroad without scar by far
With no warning signs,
cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine ready to put in my time Tupac Shoot first, look at they head burst bleeding
Didn't want no shit
this evening
Believe me
We, bomb first when we ride, please
Reconsider for'
you die
G's, and thug niggas on the rise
Plan plot strategize
To bomb
first
We, bomb
first when we ride, please
Reconsider for' you die
G's, and thug niggas on
the rise
Plan plot strategize
To bomb first (Gunshot) Lets pray my niggas
For we definitely have sinned
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