In music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has released another album under the alias Makaveli Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail movement
Although no one knows the exact of the new album Resources tell me a number of less rappers Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the Of not Mr. Shakur but of Death Row Records as well
Nas, the alleged ring of it, is furious at Tupac Excuse me verbal assault On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G. and several New York rappers Jay-Z, from Sophie' fame, Big Little whatever
And other corny sounding motherfuckers Are understandably 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 released this
It's not about East or It's about and bitches, power and money Riders and punks, side are you on?
niggaz is still fucking talking? You niggaz still Fucking roaches, aight Aight, it's the for your cockroaches (All day, everyday)
the raid for you punk motherfuckers (The in yo' ass) This is it nigga, Killuminati (Outlaw lifestyle) Makaveli the Don, solo shit, it
me to introduce first, Makaveli the Don Hysterical, spiritual like the Holy Qu'Ran Niggaz get shook 5-0 My gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money making plans, pistol at hand, swollen pockets 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 tougher 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 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 dogs down to die for
Extreme venom, no when we all up in 'em Cut 'em down to Hell is we send 'em My whole team, trained to explode or die Murder motherfuckers and I'm not gon' cry
Me, a leader never leave the block without my heater Two big pits, I call them my bitch eaters And not a whimper I'm gone Thug Life running 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 Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak don't deserve to breathe How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeah West coast ridah, coming right ya Should've never wit me I want money hoes sex and I won't rest till my road dawgs free, first
We, bomb when we ride Please, 'fo you die We ain't even come to nobody tonight But it's my life or yo' life and bomb first
We, bomb when we ride Please, 'fo you die We ain't even to fight tonight But it's my life or yo' and I'ma bomb first
For so many days and many ways we've been ducking strays They 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 never do and that's ride for the 'cause Yes, I'll die for the
Ya, best believe if I'ma this bitch, yo, I'm dying with yours Kamikaze, than a muh'fucking Nazi Got a question for that nigga that made Paparazzi If you in this rap game, for the motherfucking cash mayne
what is your motherfucking 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 with it on, bring it
Your style wack as ever, like you was rocking leather massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough Half rapper half drug kingpin, yer telling fairy dunn of New York', like you the motherfucking one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play shit From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz chips Getting rich, even though it's Trying to through these halls and brawls
scarred by a revolv' with no warning signs 'Cause yo my man took Now, I'm the young one the nine Ready to put in my Shoot first, look at head burst bleeding Don't want to hear no shit evening, believe me
We, bomb when we ride Please, 'fo you die G's, and niggaz on the rise and bomb first
We, first when we ride Please, 'fo you die G's, and thug on the rise Plan-plot-strategize and bomb