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Itz 'Pac, Makaveli
I'm in tha studio drunk in a motherfker
Ready 2 freestyle this s**t, do it wild
Live
4 all my dogs
4 all my dogs out there raised in hell
Let me see them young raised tha bail
Stepped out on tha streetz rushed from jail
All tha police wanna rag and tell
Not knowin that I stashed my mail, uh
All these wanna see me fail, uh
Thatz just tha intro
As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh
After tha fire comes tha rain
After pleasure iz pain
Even though we broke 4 tha moment
Ballin tha game
Time 2 make your, my military be prepared 4 tha bustas
Ima let your, girls 2 scary 2 near me 2 rushin
Visions of over packed prisons
Fingers of thug livin
Precious, Big Stretch, hopin dont tell us
They pull tha heater
Ammunition in grace
Shh, without a cell
As we slidin down
Pistols in place
They got me feintin 4 currency
And money be callin me
Itz like Im dreamin
Seeing seasons 2 ballin
Officiated, and this fkin his behavior
Got tha Glock 4-5 sn*tchin pagers
Label tha marks
Soon as we start
It was hard 2 quit
Started out drinkin forties through tha hardest s**t
G*dd*mn, now Ima grown man
I follow no man
nigg* got my own plan
In my hand got tha 45
I kick it live 2 sur5
Make these die
While gettin high
Though we cry when these thugz bug
ll leave in their caskets
Thatz what ya get 4 being playahatin b*stards
Me and my cliques all legit
We keep a 50 on these know
You cant touch us
When they get 2 come against us
These ll be defenseless
Its senseless
Knockin back on tha fences
My whole clique be sick
And though we rip whole crews
knew
We came trough
Drinkin 22s of brew
And though we drink Hennessey
We provide our enemies with mo s**t
Tha art o wars all legit
I read, my name out, Makaveli
With tha Thug Life chattered on tha bottom of my belly
Can these understand this
My whole family is sick is though scandalous
Let my introduce my clique
Castro, when he blasts yall
run and hide
Napoleon will provide
Tha game
Let my explain
Why E.D.I.
Provide s**t, 4 tha needy
And take from tha greedy
Kadafi, is not sloppy
Another copy
Is tha only one
Bring tha gun
If ya want it Young Noble
Bring ya soul
2 tha true, let them know we came trough
In a bucket or BMW
We trouble you
The W for Westside
die
When they try to infiltrate my crew
We never high, we ride
And die, together
And when you see my clique we always ride 4 ever
Me, my whole clique is sick
We smoke sense a me
Can you convince a G
That they can come against me
You can see me on TV
Or live
die when they try 2 come against me
Never high
In my own zone, in my own done
In my mind Ima don
nigg* knew it once I get all thy
Splash your
Will I dash your
Once I mash these figgaz
Ill be bad a nigg*
Its me, makaveli
a.k.a tha don of these whole clique
you so sick
Thats my freestyle drunk and flow
Just so you b*tch as* in tha back row know
Whether itz New York or Texas
Ride through in a Lexus
Or BMW
I trouble you
Throwin up 4 ever 4 this big ol W
Huhhuhhuhhuhu
My double R proves Ima big rap star
Rockin tha roof
where ya at
Where ya are is tha bet
In tha front, when ya bump this s**t
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit
Always, though Im on probation
I still rock tha nation
Out on bail, though last year I was in jail
Raised hell, until I get my mail
Will I fail, hell no bite my nails
I keep a manicure
Though you panic youre
Still gonna die
Went pocket high
Smokin Endo
I roll my window down
A smooth criminal
And though I pack this pal
3-5-7 0-4-5
Will I high, will I die
Will I ride, never know why
My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick
Are we live
Though we struggle 2 sur5
In this motherfkin 95
Turnin 96
96 turnin 97
I keep a 3-5-7
Mack 11
Back home I got a M-Ore
What did I say, a mini 14
Haha, my double R
Ride with my crew, ride with my clew
You dont have a clue, nigg* when were comin 4 you
We hit tha house o blue, actin like fools
My nigg* Fatal
Put a gun inside his club I keep his fkin prenatal
How 2 bang inside his chest, no no no
Bang inside his belly, no no no
Who is makaveli, tha general, bring that gas out his belly
I say yo Fatal is ya crazy
Things pushin outside at tha front
ll say G*dd*mn
iz funny as hell
What you want
You want tha funk
Hell no, dont want no beef
Thatz why we left that motherfker in a Rolls
A Limo I mean
With girls inside to meet
I was chillin in tha back
Got some hits, just did a dope assed show
Them ll always remember me
Came from Italy
Bellisimo, was tha call
Yeah nigg* I got Versace
All money
All them wanna fk with me
Yall know
I always represent my people 2 tha fullest
Yeah, I'm that same motherfker took 5 bullets
Count em, came out
Rappin and stealin and makin 5
Motherfkers records got sold millions millions
Haha, platinum, I make 5 platinum s**t, know what Im sayin
cant fk with me
2pacolypse, not known 4 playin, huh
I took shots
And gave shots
fk tha cops
Will I stop
Until my s**t, reach tha top, hm
out there wanna do me
But itz my duty
Bad Boy and Fugees, hahahaha
Yall ll never stop me, never drop me
Never make me fall
Me, 2pacolypse all I know how 2 do iz ball ball ball!!!
My crew
Survive reincarnation after Im dead
Their rockin n rollin
Bring tha funk 2 tha whole nation
And you know
These wanna have a go with my name on it
You know
I spit tha game so clear explain it on you
You know, huh
When Im dead
My ll ride 4 me
4 erybody
see you just got 2 see tha pic 2 make it all bald