{Crowd noise}
[Intro: Press Release]
In today's music news: The ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artists' 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 a**a**inate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of d**h Row Records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac
Excuse me – Makaveli's verbal a**ault on Mobb Sleep
Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf**ers
Are understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this n***a started? 2Pac – rather Makaveli
Was not available for comment, but released this statement:
[2Pac talking]
It's not about East or West
It's about n***as and b**hes, power and money
Riders and punks – which side are you on?
*gunshots*, *followed by several encroaching footsteps*
These n***as is still f**ing talking?
You n***as still breathing? f**ing roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for you co*kroaches
Punk motherf**ers, this is it (Makaveli The Don)
k**uminati Style (all day) (up in your a**)
(Bomb first) (Outlaw Ridahz) Solo sh**, Bring it!
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like The Holy Qur'an
n***as get shook like 5-0
My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival
Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes ‘cause they breed freely
See me ride! Located worldwide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is sh**ty
Born on a dope fiend's titty
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw n***as down to die for me
Know what I mean? I hit the scene
n***as ducking from my guillotine stare
I'm right there, my every word a f**ing nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for y'all
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 motherf**ers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry
Me; a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them "my b**h-n***a eaters"
And not a whimper until I'm gone
Thug Life running through my veins, so I'm strong
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these n***as, but I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy k**er, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep, n***a, when I find you
Weak motherf**ers don't deserve to breathe
How many n***as down to die for me? Yay-yay
West Coast rider, coming right behind ya
Should have never f**ed with me
I want money, hoes, s** and weed
I won't rest until my road dog's free; bomb first
[Hook: 2Pac]
We bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider before you die
We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first
We bomb first when we ride
Please reconsider before you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first
[Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean]
For so many days, in so many ways
We've been ducking strays they delivers
But still we some Bad Boy k**ers
Got nothing to lose, I gots nowhere to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on d**h 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
You best believe, if I'ma leave this b**h
Yo, I'm dying with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a motherf**ing Nazi
Got a little question for that n***a that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain't in this rap game
For the motherf**ing cash, mane
Then what is your motherf**ing purpose?
Non can serve us
E.D.I. Mean, born worthless
That's until the day I decided to bomb first, b**h
[Bridge: 2Pac]
b*atch! Come on, bring it, down with it!
Then we ride
Come on, bring it
Bomb first then we ride
Hey, get that n***a!
[Verse 3: Young Noble]
Your style wack as ever, like you was rocking patent leather
Causing ma**ive terror, y'all n***as lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper, half drug kingpin
You're telling fairy tales, dunn
"King of New York" like you the motherf**ing one?
But I'm from Jers' and we don't play that sh**
From the Clare down to North Bricks, all my n***as flippin' chips, gettin' rich, even though it's hard
Trying to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolve
With no warning signs, ‘cause yo, my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time
[Outro: 2Pac]
Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding
Don't want to hear no sh** this evening, believe me
We bomb first when we ride
Please reconsider 'fore you die
G's and thug n***as on the rise
Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first
We bomb first when we ride
Please reconsider 'fore you die
G's and thug n***as on the rise
Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first
(Start of "Hail Mary")
Let us pray, my n***as
For we have definitely sinned