Album: Makaveli 4 Song

Tupac, Makaveli, I'm in tha studio drunk than a motherfucker
Ready to freestyle this shit good.
Live 4 all my doggz

For all my doggz out there raisin' hell
Just to see a young nigga raise tha bail
Stepped out on tha streets fresh from jail
All the police wanna rag your tail
Not knowin' that I stacks my mail-uh
All these niggas wanna see me fail-uh
That's just the intro
As I sit back and rock this instrumental

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After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there's pain
Even though we're broke for the moment, ballin' again
Time to make yo', my military be prepared for the bustin'
Similar to bitches who are scary
Get to near me and crush em
Visions of over-packed prisons, millions of niggaz thug livin'
Precious 3 strikes, hope they don't touch us
they call it heater, ammunitions in crates shhhh
Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place
They got me fienin' for currency the money be callin'
It's like I'm dreamin' seein' scenes of me fallin
Sophisticated in this my behavior
Cock tha glock 45 snatchin' niggas pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we started, it was hard to quit
Started out drinkin' 40's, moved to harder shit
Goddamn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan, in my hand
Got tha 45, I kick it live to survive
Make these niggas die while gettin' high though we cry
When these thugs bust niggaz will leave in they caskets
That's what you get for bein' playa hatin' bastards
Me and my click so legit, we keep a fifty on us, niggas know
You can't touch us, when they get to come against us
These niggas be defenseless, it's senseless
Knockin' niggas back on the fences
My whole click be sick and though we rip whole crews
Niggas knew we came through drinkin' 22's of brew
And though we drink henessy we provide our enemies
Wit' mo' shit, the Art of War's so legit
I read my name out Makaveli
Wit' tha Thug Life tated on the bottom of my belly
Can these niggas understand this
My whole family is sick, it's so scandalouz
Let's introduce my click
Kastro when he blast y'all niggas run to hide
Napoleon will provide the game
Let me explain why Edi
Provide shit, for the needy and take from the greedy
Khadafi, he not sloppy and not a copy he's the only one
Bring the gun, if you want it
Young Noble, bring the soul to the true
Let 'em know we come through in the bucket or BMW
We trouble you
The W for West Side
Niggas die when they try to infiltrate my crew
We never high, we ride and die together
And when we you see my click we always ride for ever
Me, my whole click is sick
We smoke sesame, can you convince the G'
That they can come against me
You can't see me on tv, or live
Niggas die when they try to come against me, never high
In my own zone in my own dome In my mind I'm a don
Niggas knew it once I came armed
I splashed on niggas will I dash on niggas
Once I mash these niggas I'll be badder nigga
It's me Makaveli, a.k.a. the don of this whole click
Niggas you so sick
That's my freestyle drunken flow
Just so you bitch ass niggas in the back row know
Whether it's New York or Texas
Ride through in a Lexus
Or BMW I trouble you, throw it up forever this big old W
Hahaha
My double R. cruise I'm a big rap star
Rockin' the groove, niggas where you at?
Where you are is the back
In the front when you pump this shit
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit
Always, though I'm on probation I still rock the nation
Out on bail though last year I was in jail
Raise hell until I get my mail
Will I fail, hell nah nigga bite my nailsv I keep a manicure though you panicure you're still gon' die
When 'Pac get high
Smokin' indo, I roll my window down
A smooth criminal and though I pack this pound
3-5-7 or 4-5
Will I hide will I die will I ride niggas never know why
My whole crew a family click
Are we sick are we live though we struggle to survive
In this motherfuckin' '95 turn to '96
'96 turn to '97 I keep a 357 mack 11
Back home I got an MR
What I say, a mini 14 haha, my double R
Ride wit' my clue, ride wit' my crew
You don't have a clue nigga when we comin' for you
We hit the House of Blues acting like fools my nigga Fatal
Pulled a gun inside the club like he was fuckin prenatal
had a baby inside his chest-nah nah-
baby inside his belly nah nah nah
Once Makaveli told him to bring out that gat inside his belly.
I said yo' Fatal is you crazy?
These niggas pissin' outside in the front
Niggas say goddamn them niggas is funny as hell
Whatcha want?
You want some punk?
Hell nah the niggas don't want no beef
That's why we left that motherfucker in a Rolls, a Limo I mean,
Wit' bitches inside, Who me? I was still in the back
Drinkin' on some hennessy, I had just did a dope ass show
Them niggas will always remember me
Came from Italy- Bellisimo was the call
Yeah nigga I got Vesaci, Armani
All them niggas wanna fuck wit' me
Y'all know, I always represent my people to the fullest
Yeah I'm that same motherfucker that took 5 bullets
Count 'em
Came out rappin' and still in it, makin' it, 5
Motherfuckin' records got sold millions, millions, Ha Ha
Platinum, I make 5-Platinum shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas can't fuck wit' me
2Pacalypse, not known for playin'
I took shots and gave shots
Fuck tha cops
Will I stop? Not till my shit reach tha top
Niggas out there wanna do me
Whether is Mobb Deep, Bad Boy or Fugee
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Y'all niggas can never stop me never drop me never let me fall
Me, 2Pacalypse all I know how to do is ball, ball, ball
My crew survive reincarnation after I'm dead they'll rock and roll
And bring the Funk the whole nation and you know
Each one of you niggas have a gun with my name on it, you know
I spit the game so clear it's playin' don't it you know
When I'm dead, my niggas will ride for me
Kill everybody
The each got a city they pick to make it all party.

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