[Intro: 2Pac]
It's 'Pac, Makaveli
I'm in tha studio drunker than a motherf**a
Ready to freestyle this sh**, and do it wild
Live
Fo all my dogs
Fo all my dogs out there raisin hell
Just to see a young n***a raise tha mail
Stepped out on tha streetz fresh from jail
All tha police wanna rag and tell
Not knowin' that I stacks my mail, uh
All these n***as wanna see me fail, uh
That's just tha intro
As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
After the fire comes tha rain
After pleasure there's pain
Even though we're broke for the moment
We'll Be Ballin' again
Time to make your, my military be prepared fo tha bustas
Similar to b**hes too scary to hear me rushin'
Visions of over packed prisons
Millions of n***as thug livin'
Precious, Big Straps, hope they don't tell us
They pull a heater
Ammunition in grace
Shh, move without a sound
As we slide down
Pistols in place
They got me finnin' fo currency
The money be callin' me
It's like I'm dreamin'
Singin' seizing me ballin'
Sophisticated, and this f**in' misbehavior
Got tha co*ked 4-5 snatchin' n***as pagers
Label tha marks
Soon as we start
It was hard to quit
Started out drinkin' forties moved to harder sh**
Goddamn, now I'ma grown man
I follow no man
n***a got my own plan
In my hand got tha 45
I kick it live to survive
Make these n***as die
While gettin' high
Though we cry when these thugz bug
n***as'll leave in their caskets
That's what ya get fo being playahatin' ba*tards
Me and my clique so legit
We keep a 50 on us n***as know
You can't touch us
When they get to come against us
These n***as'll be defenseless
It's senseless
Knockin' n***as back on tha fences
My whole clique be sick
And though we rip whole crews
n***as knew
We came through
Drinkin' 22's of brew
And though we drink Hennesseys
We provide our enemies with mo' sh**
Tha art of war so legit
I read, my name out, Makaveli
With the Thug Life tattered on tha bottom of my belly
Can these n***as understand this
My whole family is sick is so scandalous
Let me introduce my clique
Castro, when he blasts y'all
n***as run and hide
Napoleon will provide
Tha game
Let me explain
Why E.D.I
Provide sh**, fo tha needy
And take from tha greedy
Kadafi, is not sloppy
And not a copy
He's tha only one
Bring tha gun
If ya want it Young Noble
Bring ya soul
To tha true, let em know we come through
In a bucket or BMW
We trouble you
The W for Westside
n***as die
When they try to infiltrate my crew
We never hide, we ride
And die, together
And when you see my clique we always ride for ever
Me, my whole clique is sick
We smoke sinsemill
Can you convince the G
That they can't come against me
You can see me on TV
Or live
n***as die when they try to come against me
Never hide
In my own zone, in my own dome
In my mind I'ma don
n***a knew it once I came oveh
Splash tha n***as
Will I dash your n***as
Once I mash these figguz
I'll be badder n***a
It's me, makaveli
A.K.A Tha Don of this whole clique
n***as you so sick
That's my freestyle drunken flow
Just so you b**h a** n***as in tha back row know
Whether it's New York or Texas
Ride through in a Lexus
Or BMW
I trouble you
Throwin' up fo ever this big ol' W
Huhhuhhuhhuhu
My double R proves I'ma big rap star
Rockin' tha room
n***as where ya at
Where ya are is tha back
In tha front, when ya bump this sh**
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit
Always, though I'm on probation
I still rock tha nation
Out on bail, though last year I was in jail
Raise hell, until I get my mail
Will I fail, hell nah n***as bite my nails
I keep a manicured
Though you panic you're
Still gonna die
When Pac get high
Smokin' Indo
I roll my window down
A smooth criminal
And though I pack this pound
3-5-7 or 4-5
Will I hide, will I die
Will I ride, n***as never know why
My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick
Are we live
Though we struggle to survive
In this motherf**in' ‘95
Turnin' ‘96
'96 turnin' ‘97
I keep a 3-5-7
Mack 11
Back home I got a M-R
What did I say, a mini 14
Haha, my double R
Ride with my clue, ride with my crew
You don't have a clue, n***a when we're comin' fo you
We hit tha house of blues, actin' like fools
My n***a Fatal
Put a gun inside his club I keep this f**er prenatal
Had to bang inside his chest, no no
Bang inside his belly, nah nah nah
It was Makaveli, that told him to bring the gat outside his belly
I say yo Fatal what are you crazy
Them dudes pissin' outside tha front
n***as say Goddamn
n***as is funny as hell
What you want
You want tha funk
Hell no, n***as don't want no beef
That's why we left that motherf**er in a Rolls
A Limo I mean
With b**hes inside to meet
I was chillin' in tha back
Puttin' on some hits, look I just did a dope a** show
Them n***as'll always remember me
Came from Italy
Bellisimo, was tha call
Yeah n***a I got Versace
Armani
All them n***as wanna f** with me
Y'all know
I always represent my people to tha fullest
Yeah, I'm that same motherf**er took 5 bullets
Count em, came out
Rappin' and stealin' and makin' 5
Motherf**a records got sold millions millions
Haha, platinum, I make 5 platinum sh**s, know what I'm sayin'
n***as can't f** with me
2pacalypse, not known fo playin, huh
I took shots
And gave shots
f** tha cops
Will I stop
Until my sh**, reach tha top, hm
n***as out there wanna do me
But it'z mob deep
Bad Boy and Fugees, hahahahaha
Y'all n***as'll never stop me, never drop me
Never make me fall
Me, 2pacalypse all I know how to do iz ball ball ball!!!
My crew
Survive reincarnation after I'm dead
They rock n roll
And Bring tha funk to tha whole nation
And you know
Each one of These n***as have a gun with my name on it
You know
I spit tha game so clear is plain on it
You know, huh
When I'm dead
My n***as'll ride for me
k** everybody
They each got a city to pick to make it our part