* There is NO REFERENCE to Suge Knight in this song; and that’s FINAL!
[church bells ringing 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 of Hawaiian Soapy 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 nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight
Aight, it’s the Raid on you
All day
You punk mutha-fuckas
The shit nigga
Killuminati Style
Makaveli the Don
Solo shit
Bring It
Allow me to introduce first
Makaveli the Don
Sprits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran
Niggas get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans
Pistol Closing hands
Swollen Pockets
Let me introduce the topic
Then we drop it
Expose Snakes cuz they breath freely
See me ride
Located world wide
Like the art of graffiti
I think I’m tuffer than any
My attitude is 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
(Naw what 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 yours
Extreme Venom
No mercy
When we all up in ’em
Cut em Down
To hell is where we send them
My whole team
Trying to explode
Rather die
Murder mutha-fuckas lyrically
And I’m not gonna cry
Me
A born leader
Never leave the block
Without my heater
Two big pitts
I call them Mobb 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