[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 motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by this release. The question everbody wants to know is -- why'd they get this nigga started? Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment but released this statement:
[Makaveli] It's not about East or West It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on?
[gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground] These niggaz is still fuckin talkin? You niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches
(All day, everyday) It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers (The pump in yo' ass) This is it nigga! Killuminati style (Outlaw lifestyle) Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it!
[Makaveli] Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran Niggaz 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 shitty Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh In every city you'll find me Look for trouble right behind me My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean? I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stare I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin 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 motherfuckers 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 bitch nigga 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 niggaz but I'm not gon' cry I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy! West coast ridah, comin right behind ya Should've never fucked wit meeee I want money hoes sex and weeeed I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!
[Chorus] We, bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first We, bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We ain't even come to fight tonight But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
[E.D.I. Amin] For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where to go I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row 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 Yo I'm dyin with yours Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin Nazi Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi" If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash mayne then what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve us E.D.I. Amin born worthless That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!
[Young Noble] Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather Causin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough Half rapper half drug kingpin Yer tellin fairy tales dunn "King of New York," like you the motherfuckin one? But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chips Gettin rich, even though it's hard Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls without scarred by a revolv' with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
[Makaveli] Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin Don't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe me We, bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die G's, and thug niggaz on the rise Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first We, bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die G's, and thug niggaz on the rise Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
