Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)歌词
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;
resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
and several other corny sounding motherf****rs
are understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
why'd they get this ***** started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
but released this statement:
It's not about East or West
It's about ****** and b*****s, power and money,
riders and punks. Which side are you on?
These ****** is still f****n talkin?
You ****** still breathin? F****n roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for your c**kroaches
(All day, everyday)
It's the raid for you punk motherf****rs
(The pump in yo' ass)
This is it *****! Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo s*it - bring it!
Allow me to introduce Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
****** get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is s*itty
Born on a *********'s titty.. huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw ****** down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene ****** duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a f****n nigh**are
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
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 motherf****rs lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my ***** ***** eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these ****** but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin out for Mobb Deep, ***** when I find you
Weak motherf****rs don't deserve to breathe
How many ****** down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin right behind ya
Should've never f****d wit meeee
I want money hoes *** and weeeed
I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where 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
Ya best believe if I'ma leave this *****
Yo I'm dyin with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'f****n Nazi
Got a little question for that ***** that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherf****n cash mayne
then what is your motherf****n purpose? None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Causin massive terror, y'all ****** lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin fairy tales dunn
"King of New York," like you the motherf****n one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that s*it
From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my ****** flippin chips
Gettin rich, even though it's hard
Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls
without scarred by a revolv'
with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin
Don't want to hear no s*it this evenin, believe me
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug ****** on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug ****** on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;
resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
and several other corny sounding motherf****rs
are understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
why'd they get this ***** started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
but released this statement:
It's not about East or West
It's about ****** and b*****s, power and money,
riders and punks. Which side are you on?
These ****** is still f****n talkin?
You ****** still breathin? F****n roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for your c**kroaches
(All day, everyday)
It's the raid for you punk motherf****rs
(The pump in yo' ass)
This is it *****! Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo s*it - bring it!
Allow me to introduce Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
****** get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is s*itty
Born on a *********'s titty.. huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw ****** down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene ****** duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a f****n nigh**are
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
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 motherf****rs lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my ***** ***** eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these ****** but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin out for Mobb Deep, ***** when I find you
Weak motherf****rs don't deserve to breathe
How many ****** down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin right behind ya
Should've never f****d wit meeee
I want money hoes *** and weeeed
I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nuttin to lose, I gots no where 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
Ya best believe if I'ma leave this *****
Yo I'm dyin with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'f****n Nazi
Got a little question for that ***** that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherf****n cash mayne
then what is your motherf****n purpose? None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!!
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Causin massive terror, y'all ****** lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin fairy tales dunn
"King of New York," like you the motherf****n one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that s*it
From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my ****** flippin chips
Gettin rich, even though it's hard
Tryin to creep through these halls and brawls
without scarred by a revolv'
with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin
Don't want to hear no s*it this evenin, believe me
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug ****** on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug ****** on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
