Lyrics

[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!