[Intro: Makaveli]
Let this be my motherf**in' reply to that little b**h [?]
(Make sure you bring it 'Pac)
Around the way type sh**
(Yo 'Pac do that sh** Westside style)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All them mixtapes y'all droppin'
Make sure you bring it
Trying to get with me
Bring it live n***a worldwide feel it!
(Don't forget to talk)
[Verse 1]
You heard it wrong n***a
Ain't nothing sweet about my techniques
You checking for my breathless quotes I wrote deadly
My history so thoroughly involves destruction
n***as left with their a** bleeding, lyrical f**ing (wooahh)
Open up, first to bust, let me see your heart
Turn the lights down cause I might clown in the dark
When I check for the Heartz of Men what do we find?
n***as watching for my pockets, planning plots on mine
Am I blind
Let my rhymes speak for me in history
A legend you define me
Don Makaveli b**h bow down to d**h Row
f** what you say we untouchable
Now that we done shook Doc Dre
He ain't made a beat in six years, swear he the sh**
Won't get no record sales s**ing Nas' dick
Let me get my preach on n***a drop the beat, I get my freak on
The wrong one for you to speak on
Motherf**er watch your mouth
[Hook]
Come on, come on
Live like this n***a
Come on, come on
Silly n***a
Watch ya mouth
Stick and move
Stick and move
Bring the muthaf**in hands
Bring the heat
Bring the funk
Eh yo 'Pac swing on that trick n***a
Let's do it
[Verse 2]
Look I heard Nas got beef cause I'm dissing his clique
Cool(skinny n***a) come bring your a** n***a you can get dissed
I'm worldwide steady war rapping
Get your cash on n***a, five times platinum (how many you sold?)
What's that
De-La got a problem with this hard sh**
Ever since "Me myself and I" y'all been garbage
(you know I'm tellin the truth)
I'ma keep it real, show you how it feels to ride
Y'all went three feet and stopped rising (I ain't seen sh**)
Wendy Williams is a fat b**h, that's the truth
I got a jar full of n***as nuts(slurp, slurp), that's for you
Let the Westside-Eastside drama cease
I'll come alone to your own streets, Outlaw
Prepare for panic when I unleash
n***as is lucky if they leave here in one piece
(watch your muthaf**in)
Cream Puff never had no heart to start
So how the hell Biggie Smalls get the part
Watch your mouth
[Hook]
Don Makaveli
Stick and move
Stick and move
k**uminati style, n***a
Keep your muthaf**in hands up
k**uminati style
Yea, we gonna do this for awhile
I got a lot of sh**
You know how we do it
k**uminati
Let's do this n***a
[Verse 3]
What I bring to you is hardcore
The very essence of my poetry
Dyslexic so you backward a** n***as will know it's me
The only G to bleed for the sh** I bring
And swing hard on motherf**ers that's my thing
Vocally I'm pure so you O.D. trying to throw me
Don't get your life took trying to run with your homies
Y'all know me, same n***a so quick to blast
On this worldwide mash trying to get some cash
Holla, my name and the game will follow
Wait and I'll murder these snakes tomorrow
Bunch of washed up jealous-a** punks though
Quit bullsh**ting 'Pac, flip the funk mode
Makaveli rise, all you n***as die when I come
I'll do some fly sh** and be done
They say 'Pac ain't got love for the Eastside
You's a lying motherf**er, n***a we ride
Watch your mouth
[Outro]
Love that sh**! I love that thug sh**!
I wrote this for my n***as on the East side
(I love that thug sh**)
I wrote this for my n***as on the West side
(how I love that thug sh**)
I wrote this for my n***as on the East side
(put your hands on it)
I wrote this for my n***as on the West side
(hands on ya heat)
All my n***as in the north run, run with me
(all the n***as in the streets)
All my n***as in the north run, run with me
(hands on ya heat)
For my n***as down south now get with me
For my n***as down south now get with me
For my n***as on the east side, east side
(fly, fly b**hes, out there)
For my n***as on the west side, west side
(fly, fly b**hes)
For my n***as up north of course
(fly, fly b**hes)
For my n***as up north of course
(fly if you out there)
For my n***as down south no doubt
(if you out there)
For my n***as down south no doubt
(the b**hes is bomb)
For my n***as on the east side, east side
(fly n***as, fly n***as)
For my n***as on the west side, west side
(fly n***as, getting by)
For my n***as up north of course
(fly b**hes, fly b**hes)
For my n***as up north of course
(fly and getting high)
For my n***as down south no doubt
For my n***as down south no doubt
Come on
My dream is to see real n***as and real b**hes
Get to together and have real kids and have a real
Life and get real money
Come on, uh
My problem: Fake n***as always
Tryin' to interrupt the conversation
Come on, uh
The solution: Multiple guns, ammunition
Come on, yea
And game type mobsters
What you'll find, always rough rugged and raw
Come on, yea
Outlaw. West side. d**h Row. Thug life
Dre can't f** with this, uh
Yea, you know my trial
To live and die In L.A
To live in and die in L.A
They say Dre can't f** with this, heyyeyeyeyeye
Uh, Dre can't f** with this, heyeheye
Hahahahahahaa
Yea n***a, the prodigal son
Ya this might have been your muthaf**in record label
When you was here, n***a
When you see where you at, and you see where the f** I'm at, n***a
Westside. d**hrow the Untouchable style, n***a
I took your sh**, you b**h made n***a
You up out of this sh**, n***a
You got it erased n***a
You know the muthaf**in history
M.O.B. n***a, mob style
We don't like your trick a**
You up out of here, n***a
By murder, or by hardcore styles
It took hardcore styles for your a** to walk
You walkin n***a
You don't even come out in the morning
Cuz you know what time it is
Don't even front muthaf**a
You think by getting with my enemy
That will get you some love with my heart, n***a?
fu*k YOU