In music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has Just another album under the alias Makaveli Music insiders are wild trying to rearrange other artist Street dates, in of a wipeout in retail interchart movement
Although no one the exact cause of the new album Resources tell me a number of less fortunate joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row Records as
Nas, the alleged leader of it, is furious at Tupac Excuse me Makaveli's assault On Mobb Sleep, P.I.G. and several other New York rappers Jay-Z, from 'Hawaiian Sophie' fame, Big Little
And several corny sounding motherfuckers Are understandably shaken up by this The question wants to know is why'd they get This nigga started? Tupac, Makaveli, was not available For comment but released this
It's not East or West It's niggaz and bitches, power and money and punks, which side are you on?
These niggaz is fucking talking? You niggaz still breathing? roaches, aight Aight, the Raid for your cockroaches (All day, everyday)
the raid for you punk motherfuckers (The in yo' ass) This is it nigga, style (Outlaw lifestyle) Makaveli the Don, shit, bring it
Allow me to introduce first, the Don Hysterical, spiritual like the Holy Qu'Ran Niggaz get like 5-0 My forty-five gun's to me when we ride, for survival
making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets Let me the topic, then we drop it Expose snakes they breath freely, see me ride? world wide like the art of Graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is on a dopefiend's titty, huh, in every city you'll find me Look for right behind me My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me,
I hit the scene niggaz ducking from my guillotine I'm right there, my every word, a nightmare Get me high, let me see the sun and fall This for my dogs down to die for
venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em Cut 'em down to Hell is we send 'em My whole team, trained to ride or die Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not cry
Me, a born leader never leave the block my heater Two big pits, I call them my bitch eaters And not a whimper 'til I'm Life running through my veins so I'm strong
Bye bye bye, get high and ride Oh, how do we do niggaz but I'm not gon' cry I'm a Bad Boy killa, die too out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers deserve to breathe How many niggaz down to die for me? yeah West coast ridah, right behind ya Should've fucked wit me I want hoes sex and weed I won't rest till my dawgs free, bomb first
We, bomb first when we Please, 'fo you die We ain't come to hurt nobody tonight But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma bomb
We, first when we ride Please, 'fo you die We ain't even come to tonight But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma first
For so many days and some many ways we've been strays They but we still some Bad Boy killers Got to lose, I gots no where to go I got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, Makaveli, be the general And I be a on a mission Sent to do, what never do and that's ride for the 'cause Yes, I'll die for the
Ya, best believe if leave this bitch, yo, I'm dying with yours Kamikaze, than a muh'fucking Nazi Got a little question for that nigga that Paparazzi If you ain't in rap game, for the motherfucking cash mayne
Then is your motherfucking purpose? None can us E.D.I. Amin worthless That's until the day, I to bomb first, bitch
Come on, it, we'll stick with it Come on, it
Your wack as ever, like you was rocking patent leather Causing massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't rapper half drug kingpin, yer telling fairy tales dunn 'King of New York', like you the one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play shit From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz chips Getting rich, even though it's Trying to creep through these and brawls
Without scarred by a revolv' with no signs yo my man took five Now, I'm the young one the nine to put in my time Shoot first, at they head burst bleeding Don't want to no shit this evening, believe me
We, bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die G's, and thug niggaz on the and bomb first
We, bomb first when we Please, 'fo you die G's, and thug niggaz on the Plan-plot-strategize and bomb