Intro

[2Pac]

*knocking on the door*

Who that

It's Pac
Makaveli
I'm in the studio
Drunk than a muthafucka
( Ha ha )
Ready to freestyle
This shit
And do it right
Live
For all my doggs
For all my doggs
Out there
Raisin' hell
Live to see
A young nigga
Raise the bail
Stepped out
On the streets
Rushed in jail
All the police
Wanna rag a tale
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
Uh

Verse 1

[2Pac]

After the fire
Comes the rain
At the present
It's pain
Even though
We broke
For the moment
We ball
In the game
Try to make you
My military
Be prepared
For the busters
Tell me
Let you
Bitches is scary
Too near me
To rush
Visions
Of overpacked prisons
Flingings
And niggas
Thug livin'
Precious
Three strikes
Hope they don't test
And pull a heater
Ambition is great
Shhh
But without a sound
And we sly now
Pistols in place
They got me
Fiendin' for currency
The money
Goin' inside
Dreamin'
Singin' season
We ballin'
Initiated
And the niggas
Behavior
Got the cops
Four-five
Snatchin' niggas pagers
Labeled a mark
Soon as we start
It was hard to quit
Started out
Drinkin' forties
Buddah
Hard and shit
God damn
Now I'm a grown man
I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan
In my hand
Got the forty-five
I kick it live
To survive
Make these niggas die
While gettin' high
Though we cry
When these thugs bug
Niggas will leave
In these caskets
That's what you get
For bein'
Player hatin' bastards
Me and my click
So legit
We keep a fifty
On this
Niggas know
You can't touch us
When they get
To come against us
These niggas be
Defenseless
And senseless
Knockin' niggas back
On the fences
My whole click
Be sick
And though we rip
Whole crews
Niggas knew
We came through
Drinkin' twenty-two's
Of brew
And though we took
Hennessey's
To provide our enemies
With more shit
The art of war
So legit
I read
My name out
Makaveli
With the Thug Life
Tattooed on the bottom
Of my belly
Can these niggas
Understand this
My whole family
Is sick
It's so skandalous
Let's introduce
My click
Kastro
When he blast y'all
Niggas run
And hide
Napolean
Will provide
The game
Let me explain
Why E.D.I.
Provides shit
For the needy
And take
From the greedy
Kadafi
He not sloppy
And not a coppyin's
The only one
Bring a gun
If you want it
Young Noble
Bring the soul
To the truth
Let 'em know
We come through
In the bucket
Of B.M.W.
Big trouble you
The 'W'
For West Side
Niggas die
When they try
To infilltrate
My crew
We never high
We ride
And die
Together
And when you see my click
We always fry
Forever
Me
My whole click
Is sick
We smoke
Since of me
Can you convince
The g
That they can
Come against me
You can't see me
On T.V.
Or live
Niggas die
When they try
To come against me
Never high
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 figures
I'll be
Past a nigga
It's me
Makaveli
A.K.A. the don
Of this whole click
Niggas
You so sick
That's my freestyle
Drunkin' flow
Just so you
Bitch ass niggas
In the back row
Know

Outro

[2Pac]

Whether it's me
Or the Texas
Ride you
In the Lexus
Or B.M.W.
I trouble you
Throwin' up
For 'L'
For this big old 'W'
Ha ha ha ha ha
My double 'R' crews
I'm a big rap star
Rugged and rude
Niggas where you at
Where you are
Is what that
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 no nigga
Bite my nails
I keep a manicure
Though you
Panic
You're still gonna die
When Pac
Get high
Smokin' endo
I roll my window
Down
Us new criminal
And though I pack
This pound
Three-five-seven
Or four-five
Will I high
Will I die
Will I ride
Niggas never know
Why
My whole crew
A family click
Always sick
Are we live
No
We struggled
To survive
In this muthafucka
Nine minds
Earned a nine-six
Nine-six
Turned to nine-seven
I keep a three-five-seven
Mac-eleven
Back home
I got at them all
What did I say
A mini-fourteen
Ha ha
My double 'R'
Ride with my clue
Ride with my crew
You don't have a clue
Nigga
When we comin' for you
We hit the
House of blues
Actin' like fools
My nigga Fatal
Put a gun
Inside the glovebox
Keep is
Fuckin' prematal
Had a
Baby inside his chest
Na na
Baby inside his belly
Na na na
It was Makaveli
That told him
When it died
In his belly
I said
Yo Fatal
What are you crazy
Seein' you pissin'
Off out in the front
Niggas said they got down
Them niggas is funny
As hell
What you want
You want some funk
Hell no
Them niggas don't want no beat
That's why we left that muthafucka
In the Rolls
Or Limo
I mean
What Biggie
Decide too
Me
I was sittin' in the back
Drinkin' on some Henney
Just did a dope ass show
Them niggas
Will always remember me
Came from Italy
Felisemo
Was the call
Yeah nigga
I got Versachi
All money
All them niggas
Want to fuck with me
Y'all
You know
I always represent
My peoples
To the fullest
You don't want to mess
With a brother
That took five
Bullets
Cali
Came out
Rappin'
And stealin'
And makin'
Five
Muthafuckin' records got sold
Million
Millions
Ha ha
Platinum
I made five platinums
Shit
You know what I'm sayin'
Niggas can't fuck with me
2Pacalypse
Not known for playin'
Huh
I took shots
And gave shots
Fuck the cops
Will I stop
Not 'till my shit
Reach the top
Huh
Niggas out there
Wanna do me
But it's Mobb Deep
Bad Boy
And Fugees
Ha ha ha ha ha
Y'all niggas
Will never stop me
Never drop me
Never make 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-n-roll
And bring the funk
To the whole nation
And you know
These phoney niggas
Have a gun
With my name on it
You know
I spit the game so clear
It's plain on it
You know
Huh
When I'm dead
My niggas
Will ride for me
Kill everybody
They each got to see me
To the pick
And make it all fun