In today's music news, the ever controversial Shakur has released another album under the alias Makaveli Music insiders are running wild to rearrange other artist Street dates, in of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one the exact cause of the new album Resources tell me a number of fortunate rappers Have together in conspiracy to assassinate the character Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Row records as well
Nas, the ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac me Makaveli's verbal assault On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several other New York Jay-Z of Hawaiian fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding are understandably shaken up by this The question everybody wants to is Why'd they get this started? Tupac, rather Makaveli was not available for But released this
not about East or West It's about and bitches Power and money, riders and Which are you on?
Gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit
These niggaz is still talkin'? You still breathin'? roaches, aight Aight, it's the on you
All day You punk The nigga Style the Don Solo
It
Allow me to first the Don Spirits, Spurting, Spiritual, the Holy Koran
Niggas get Like 5-0 My 4-5 gun is next to me when we Survival Money plans
closing hands Swollen Let me introduce the we drop it
Expose Snakes they breath freely See me world wide Like the art of
I think I'm tougher any My is shitty Born in the dope fiends And every city find me
Looking for behind me My niggas to die for me
Naw what I
I hit the Niggas ducking for my Guillotine I'm there My every
A fucking mare high Let me see the sun rise and This is for my
Down to die for Extreme No we all up in 'em
Cut 'em To hell is where we send My team Trying to
die Murder lyrically And I'm not cry Me
A leader Never the block without my Two big I call them Mobb
eaters And I won't till I'm gone Thug through my veins So I'm
Ha ha ha
Bye, bye, bye Lets get high and Oh, how do we do these But I'm not cry I'm a Bad Boy
die too Looking out for Deep when I find you Weak muthafuckas don't to breathe How many niggas to die for me
Yeah,
Coast Ridaz Comin' behind ya Should've fucked wit me I money hoes sex and weed I wont rest till my Row Doggs Bomb
We Bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die We didn't come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight (Hurt nobody) But my life or your life And I'm a bomb
We Bomb first when we Please, 'fo you die We didn't even come to nobody tonight, tonight (Hurt nobody) But it's my or your life And I'm a first
For so many days and some many been duckin' strays Hate to us But we still Bad Boy Killas
Got nothin' to lose, got no to go I only got one home see me stranded on Row With Outlawz, Makaveli, be the general and I be a on a mission, suptitude
But you'll do ride for the cause Yes die for the cause Ya best if I leave this bitch, I'm dyin' with choice
Kamikaze than a mothafuckin' Nazi Got a little for that nigga that made Poparazi Tell me if you ain't in this rap For the mothafuckin'' man
Then what is ya mothafuckin'' None for Idi born worthless until the day I decided to bomb first bitch
Young
Yer style as ever Like you was rocket leather Cause a terror Ya'll niggas lack, you terrel
Half rapper half drug Yer tellin' fairy son Kickin' New York you the mothafuckin'' one But I'm from Jers we don't play that
the Claire down to North Bricks All my flippin' chips Gettin' Even though hard
Tryin' to creep through these halls without scar by [unverified] With no warning signs cause yo my man five Now I'm the young one the nine to put in my time
Shoot first, look at head burst bleedin' Don't want to no shit this evening, believe me
We Bomb first we ride Please, 'fo you die We didn't even come to hurt tonight, tonight (Hurt nobody) But it's my life or life And I'm a bomb
We Bomb when we ride Please, 'fo you die We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, (Hurt nobody) But my life or your life And I'm a bomb
We first when we ride Please, 'fo you die G's and Thug on tha rise And bomb