[Intro]
*Heartbeat* *Gunshots*
*Encroaching footsteps*
[Spoken: 2Pac]
These niggas is still fuckin’ talkin’?
You niggas still breathin’? (Wake up nigga it’s on)
Fuckin’ roaches aight it’s the raid (Bomb first nigga) for your cockroaches
(All day everyday) It’s the raid for you punk motherfuckers
(Bomb first hit in yo' ass up) This is it nigga (Makaveli the Don)
(Bomb first) (Get your weapens out) Killuminati style Outlaw lifestyle
(Makaveli the Don) Solo shit feel it (Bring it!)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like The Holy Qur'an
Niggas get shook like 5-0
My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival
Money-makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockеts
Let me introduce thе topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes ‘cause they breed freely
See me rise, located worldwide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dope fiend's titty, (huh) in every city
You'll find me, look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know I mean?
I hit the scene, niggas duckin' from my guillotine stare
I'm right there, my every word a fuckin' nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs, down to die for y'all
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in ’em
Cut ’em down, to Hell is where we send ’em
My whole team trained to explode, ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them "my bitch-nigga eaters"
And not a whimper until I'm gone
Thug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas, but I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay!
West Coast rider, comin' right behind ya
Should have never fucked with me
I want money, hoes, sex and weed
I won't rest until my road dog's free – bomb first
[Chorus: 2Pac]
We bomb first when we ride
Please reconsider 'fore you die
We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first
We bomb first when we ride
Please reconsider 'fore you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first
[Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean]
For so many days, in so many ways we've been duckin' strays
They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers
Got nuttin' to lose, I gots nowhere to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission, sent to do what you'll never do
And that's ride for the cause, yes, I'll die for the cause
You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch, yo I'm dyin' with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a ma'fuckin' Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfuckin' cash, mane
Then what is your motherfuckin' purpose? Narcing service
E.D.I. Mean, born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first, bitch!
[Bridge: 2Pac]
Biatch! Come on, bring it, down with it!
Then we ride
Come on, bring it
Bomb first when we ride
Hey, get that nigga!
[Verse 3: Young Noble & 2Pac, Both]
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin' patent leather
Causin' massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper, half drug kingpin, you're tellin' fairy tales, dunn
"King of New York" like you the motherfuckin' one?
But I'm from Jers', (Jersey) we don't play that shit
From the Clare down to North Bricks all my niggas flippin’ chips
Gettin’ rich, even though it's hard
Tryna creep through these halls and brawls without scarred by a revolve' (Volve)
With no warning signs, ‘cause yo, my man took five (Five)
Now I'm the youngin' with the 9 ready to put in my time
[Interlude: 2Pac]
Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding
Don't want to hear no shit this evening
Believe me, we
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Bomb first when we ride, please
Reconsider 'fore you die, G's
And thug niggas on the rise
Plan, plot, strategize, but bomb first, we
Bomb first when we ride, please
Reconsider 'fore you die, G's
And thug niggas on the rise
Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first
[Outro: 2Pac]
Hehahaah (Westside) (He knew it) Outlaw, Westside, Death Row (Makaveli the Don) (One time)
Checkmate, bitch, waitin' for your next move (Shit felt good, got that shit off my chest, you know I mean)
Till them niggas be gone, uh (Why you ain’t makin’ no noise)
When I do it to ya (Now I can finish my shit)
Don’t you love how I stick it to ya? (Got that little shit off my chest, you know I mean) (Jay-Z you big dick suckin' lip havin' ass)
How I do it to ya (Shit was all on my chest, know I mean)
Don't ya love how I [?] [?] (Nigga we love soldiers, we [?]) Hahahahaha
Hahaha ya'll gettin' weight? (Listening to niggas albums and I keep hearing some funny shit like [?] tryna [?] me)
Niggas [?] [?] [?]
I don' smacked ya'll niggas up in like 3 months and I still went (Drop a hit, drop a hit) 5 times platinum this year (I drop bombs, nigga) and ya'll niggas ain’t even fuckin’ makin' no noise
(I know you know who the fuck I’m talkin’ about, trick ass nigga)
Ay, Jay-Z, straight up your album is weak, homeboy
You too fuckin’ small in the fuckin' weight scale to fuck with me
(Cause I said your motherfuckin’ name, that’s how you know I’m talkin’ to you, punk motherfucker, come get me)
You ain't even on the charts good enough to be fuckin' with me, you weak motherfucker (Come get me) (Shut the fuck up) (Come get me)
Hawaiian Sophie lookin' ass motherfucker (Come get me)
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