[Intro]
Sup, 'Pac? I heard some shit, yo... this–I heard this nigga dissed you
Uhhh... some nigga... just talkin'... a whole buncha niggas...
Aye, let this–let this be my motherfuckin' reply to that lil' bitch shit, y'all...
(Make sure you bring it, 'Pac!)
All that around-the-way type shit
(Ayo, Pac, do that shit Westside style!)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All them mixtapes y'all droppin', tryna get with me
(Aye, make sure you bring that shit!)
Bring it, live, nigga – worldwide! Feel it!
(Aiyyo, Pac! Don't forget it's on!)
[Verse 1]
You heard it wrong, nigga, ain't nothing sweet about my techniques
You checking for my breathless quotes I wrote deadly
My history so thoroughly involves destruction
Niggas left with they ass bleeding, lyrical fucking (Woah)
Open up! First to bust, let me see your heart
Turn the lights down, 'cause I might clown in the dark
When I check for the heartz of men, what do we find?
Niggas watching for my pockets, planning plots on mine
Am I blind? Let my rhymes speak
For me in history, a legend you define me
Don Makaveli, bitch! Bow down to Death Row
Fuck what you say, we untouchable
Now that we done shook Doc Dre
He ain't made a beat in six years, swear he the shit
Won't get no record sales sucking Nas dick
Let me get my preach on, nigga, drop the beat, I get my freak on
The wrong one for you to speak on
Motherfucker, watch ya mouth!
[Break]
C'mon! Let's do it, let's do it, come on
Come on, come on, let's bring the heat
C'mon, bring the motherfuckin' drama, bring the heat
Bring the funk to these niggas
Let's do it
[Verse 2]
Look, I heard Nas got beef 'cause I'm dissing his clique
Cool (Skinny nigga!) – come bring your ass, nigga, you can get dissed
I'm worldwide, steady war rapping
Get your cash on, nigga, five times platinum (How many you sold??)
What's that? De La got a problem with this hard shit?
Ever since "Me Myself and I" y'all been garbage
(You know I'm tellin' the truth)
I'ma keep it real, show you how it feels to ride
Y'all went 3 Feet and stopped Rising (I ain't seen shit y'all do!)
Wendy Williams is a fat bitch, that's the truth
I got a jar full of niggas nuts {*slurp, slurp*} – that's for you
Let the Westside-Eastside drama cease
I'll come alone to your own streets
Outlaw – prepare for panic when I unleash
Niggas is lucky if they leave here in one piece
(Pac a muthafucka, boy!)
Cream Puff never had no heart to start
So how the hell Biggie Smalls get the part?
Watch ya mouth
[Break]
Don Makaveli
(Stick and move, stick and move)
Killuminati style, nigga
(Keep your motherfuckin' hands up)
Killuminati style
(Yeah, we gonna do this for a while, I got a lot of shit)
Killuminati!
(Let's do this, nigga!)
[Verse 3]
What I bring to you is hardcore
The very essence of my poetry
Dyslexic, so you backward ass niggas will know it's me
The only G to bleed for the shit I bring
And swing hard on mothafuckas, that's my thing
Vocally, I'm pure, so you O.D. tryna throw me
Don't get your life took tryna run with your homies
Y'all know me, same nigga so quick to blast
On this worldwide mash, tryna get some cash
Holla – my name and the game will follow
Wait, and I'll murder these snakes tomorrow
Bunch of washed-up, jealous-ass punks though
Quit bullshitting 'Pac, flip to funk mode
Makaveli, rise! All you niggas die when I come
I'll do some fly shit and be done
They say 'Pac ain't got love for the Eastside
You's a lying motherfucker, nigga – we ride!
Watch ya mouth
[Outro]
Love that shit! I love that thug shit!
I wrote this for my niggas on the Eastside
(I love that thug shit)
I wrote this for my niggas on the Westside
(How I love that thug shit)
I wrote this for my niggas on the Eastside
(Put your hands on it)
I wrote this for my niggas on the Westside
(Hands on ya heat)
All my niggas in the north run, run with me
(All the niggas in the streets)
All my niggas in the north run, run with me
(Hands on ya heat)
For my niggas down south, now get with me
For my niggas down south, now get with me
For my niggas on the Eastside, Eastside
(Fly, fly bitches, out there)
For my niggas on the Westside, Westside
(Fly, fly bitches)
For my niggas up north, of course
(Fly, fly bitches)
For my niggas up north, of course
(Fly if you out there)
For my niggas down south, no doubt
(If you out there)
For my niggas down south, no doubt
(The bitches is bomb)
For my niggas on the Eastside, Eastside
(Fly niggas, fly niggas)
For my niggas on the Westside, Westside
(Fly niggas, getting by)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly bitches, fly bitches)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly and getting high)
For my niggas down south no doubt
For my niggas down south no doubt
Come on
My dream is to see real niggas and real bitches
Get to together and have real kids and have a real
Life and get real money
Come on, uh
My problem: Fake niggas always
Tryin' to interrupt the conversation
Come on, uh
The solution: Multiple guns, ammunition
Come on, yeah
And game type mobsters
What you'll find, always rough, rugged, and raw
Come on, yea
Outlaw, Westside, Death Row, Thug Life
Dre can't fuck with this, uh
Yea, you know my trial
To Live and Die In L.A.
To live in and die in L.A.
They say Dre can't fuck with this, heyyeyeyeyeye
Uh, Dre can't fuck with this, heyeheye
Hahahahahahaa
Yeah, nigga, the prodigal son
Yeah, this might have been your motherfuckin' record label
When you was here, nigga
When you see where you at, and you see where the fuck I'm at, nigga
Westside, Death Row, the Untouchable style, nigga
I took your shit, you bitch made nigga
You up out of this shit, nigga
You got erased, nigga
You know the motherfuckin' history
M.O.B., nigga, mob-style
We don't like your trick ass
You up out of here, nigga
By murder, or by hardcore styles
It took hardcore styles for your ass to walk
You walkin', nigga
You don't even come out no more
'Cause you know what time it is
Don't even front, motherfucker
You think by getting with my enemy
That will get you some love with my heart, nigga?
Fuck you!
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