jay -- "welcome to the jungle"
Let off a clip from a automatic weapon,
Through shots in the door, it died in Vegas
Though it fought so hard, I knew it wouldn't make it
Suge Shot Me
[church bells ring in background]
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 artist
street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart 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 conspiracy to assassinate the character
of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
and several other corny sounding motherfukkers
are understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
why'd they get this nikka started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
but released this statement:
It's not about East or West
It's about nikkaz and bytches, power and money,
riders and punks. Which side are you on?
These nikkaz is still fukkin talkin?
You nikkaz still breathin? fukkin roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches
(All day, everyday)
It's the raid for you punk motherfukkers
(The pump in yo' ass)
This is it nikka! Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shyt - bring it!
Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
nikkaz get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shytty
Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw nikkaz down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene nikkaz duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a fukkin nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
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 motherfukkers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bytch nikka eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these nikkaz but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nikka when I find you
Weak motherfukkers don't deserve to breathe
How many nikkaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin right behind ya
Should've never fukked wit meeee
I want money hoes sex and weeeed
I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!
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....this for mydawgs down to die for yours and trained to explode ride or die? Those high jackers had extreme venom,and were down to die and trained to explode wuznt they
came from a diss track too. 