Lyrics

[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)