[Intro]
Yeah man, the west ain't the same without you (it ain't the same)
Its crazy out here
Write this letter to my n***a 2Pac real quick
We straight bosses
Yeah, C.O.B. n***a
[Verse]
Yeah, Dear Makaveli: what it dont do?
Know its your boss day n***a, that's why I wrote you
All Eyez On Me, yeah I'm taking over the coast too
Your songs still theme music for the things that I go through
Me Against the World so all I could do is breath fire
d**h Around The Corner, I grab my ruger and squeeze tighter
For my Ambitionz Az an east sida, Rida
Were inspired by you so now I'mma reach higher
Probably shed So Many Tears before I retire
When Thugs Cry just increase our desire
To get what we require till the choir sings for me
Even when I earn my wings, I'mma be flyer
Picture Me Rolling in a navy blue Mercedes
Time has pa**ed, Brenda's baby got a baby
I tell her keep her head up
Tell me that she fed up
Say rappers are soft now
What are these n***as scared of?
And your music used to warm her like a bear hug
I tell her I'm putting my grizzly down like a bear rug
Don't worry I ride or die
n***a lalalalalalalala
I'm repping Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z Never Ignorant in Getting Goals Accomplished
And I'm tossing b**hes up man, I'm f**ing hoes unconscious
Since you been gone the whole coast is on some nonsense
Not enough unity, holding up the progress
Everybody got k**ers on the payroll
Should be k**ing the industry and making pesos
And sipping Thug Pa**ion by the case lows
Pac watch how I make the coast change clothes
Like Chuck Taylors but I ain't in 'em
The new gangsta due to products sneaks and high in denim
Why the f** should I follow trends when I invent 'em
The Louie V, Huey P, roll by in linen (fly n***a)
I tell 'em like you say, "I Ain't Mad at Cha"
I tell 'em if I was mad at cha, I'd point a mag at cha
All I need is this life of sin
Is a Mack 10 and a black pen
So I could write something to inspire the black men
Cops wanna shoot because they got black skin like you did back then
Perhaps then
I could reach out to our brothers from another mother of other colors and grab them
I'm on a misson down here to reach kids
Kids listen to me down here I tell em to dream big
Not a role model though, I'm what a G is
My last day free could beef with shooting 3 pigs [?]
I'm rebel minded like Geronimo Pratt
I carry on in your tradition
I let your mama know that
When I was at her house with the Outlawz
I'm out spoken but I'm not a rebel without cause
I'm not a monster without claws
I'm a beast, razor sharp teeth
I eat beats n***a swallow and sounds raw
Naw, they ain't f**ing with me Makaveli
I'm after my bread and cheese even if I have to jack a deli
I'm a lunatic, f** it I should rap with Nelly
I'm in the belly of a spider of black [?]
Trying inspire a new nations of young thugs
Illmatic, number seven, n***a one love(one love, one love)
[Outro]
One love my n***a
Boss in peace, Thug in peace
Makeveli
West coast stand the f** up!
Yeah
I forgot to say this:
C.O.B!