Lyrics:

It'z 'Pac, Makaveli
I'm in tha studio drunk in a motherfucker
Ready to freestyle this shit, do it wild
Live
For all my dogs

For all my dogs out there raised in hell
Let me see them young niggaz raised tha bail
Stepped out on 'tha streetz rushed from jail
All tha police wanna rag and tell

Not knowin' that I stashed my mail, uh
All these niggaz wanna see me fail, uh
That'z just tha intro
As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh

After tha fire comes tha rain
After pleasure iz pain
Even though we broke for 'tha moment
Ballin' tha game

Time to make your, my military be prepared for 'tha bustas
I'ma let your, bitches
Too scary, too near me, too rushin'
Visions of over packed prisons

Fingers of niggaz thug livin'
Precious, Big Stretch, hopin' don't tell us
They pull tha heater
Ammunition in grace

Shh, without a cell
As we slidin' down
Pistols in place
They got me feintin' 4 currency

And money be callin' me
It'z like I'm dreamin'
Seeing seasons to ballin'
Officiated, and this fuckin' his behavior

Got tha Glock 4-5 snatchin' niggaz pagers
Label tha marks
Soon as we start
It was hard to quit

Started out drinkin' forties through 'tha hardest shit
G*ddamn, now I'ma grown man
I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan

In my hand got tha 45
I kick it live to survive
Make these niggaz die
While gettin' high

Though we cry when these thugz bug
Niggaz'll leave in their caskets
That'z what 'ya get for being playahatin' bastards
Me and my clique's all legit

We keep a 50 on these niggaz know
You can't touch us
When they get to come against us
These niggaz'll be defenseless

It's senseless
Knockin' niggaz back on tha fences
My whole clique be sick
And though we rip whole crews

Niggaz knew
We came trough
Drinkin' 22's of brew
And though we drink Hennessey

We provide our enemies with mo' shit
Tha art o' war's all legit
I read, my name out, Makaveli
With tha Thug Life chattered on tha bottom of my belly

Can these niggaz understand this
My whole family is sick is
though scandalous
Let my introduce my clique

Castro, when he blasts y'all
Niggaz run and hide
Napoleon will provide
Tha game

Let my explain
Why E.D.I.
Provide shit, 4 tha needy
And take from 'tha greedy

Kadafi, is not sloppy
Another copy
Is tha only one
Bring tha gun

If 'ya want it Young Noble
Bring 'ya soul
To 'tha true, let them know we came trough
In a bucket or BMW

We trouble you
The W for Westside
Niggaz die
When they try to infiltrate my crew

We never high, we ride
And die, together
And when you see my clique
We always ride forever

Me, my whole clique is sick
We smoke sense a me
Can you convince a G
That they can come against me

You can see me on Tv
Or live
Niggaz die when they try
To come against me

Never high
In my own zone, in my own done
In my mind I'ma done
Nigga knew it once I get all thy
Splash your niggaz

Will I dash your niggaz
Once I mash these figgaz
I'll be bad a nigga
It's me, makaveli

a.k.a 'tha don of these whole clique
Niggaz you so sick
That's my freestyle drunk and flow
Just so you bitch ass niggaz in tha back row know

Whether it'z New York or Texas
Ride through in a Lexus
Or BMW
I trouble you

Throwin' up forever for this big ol' W
Huhhuhhuhhuhu
My double R proves I'ma big rap star
Rockin' tha roof

Niggaz where ya at
Where 'ya are is tha bet
In tha front, when 'ya bump this shit
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit

Always, though I'm on probation
I still rock tha nation
Out on bail, though last year I was in jail
Raised hell, until I get my mail

Will I fail, hell no niggaz bite my nails
I keep a manicure
Though you panic you're
Still gonna die

Went pocket high
Smokin' Endo
I roll my window down
A smooth criminal

And though I pack this pal
3-5-7 0-4-5
Will I high, will I die
Will I ride, niggaz never know why

My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick
Are we live
Though we struggle to survive

In this motherfuckin' '95
Turnin' '96
'96 turnin' '97
I keep a 3-5-7

Mack 11
Back home I got a M-Ore
What did I say, a mini 14
Haha, my double R

Ride with my crew, ride with my clew
You don't have a clue,
Nigga when we're comin' for you
We hit tha house o' blue, actin' like fools

My nigga Fatal
Put a gun inside his club
I keep his fuckin' prenatal
How to bang inside his chest, no no no

Bang inside his belly, no no no
Who is makaveli, 'tha general,
Bring that gas out his belly
I say yo Fatal is ya crazy

Things pushin' outside at tha front
Niggaz'll say G*ddamn
Niggaz iz funny as hell
What you want

You want tha funk
Hell no, niggaz don't want no beef
That'z why we left that motherfucker in a Rolls
A Limo I mean
With bitches inside to meet

I was chillin' in tha back
Got some hits, just did a dope assed show
Them niggaz'll always remember me
Came from Italy

Bellisimo, was tha call
Yeah nigga I got Versace
All money
All them niggaz wanna fuck with me

Y'all know
I always represent my people to 'tha fullest
Yeah, I'm that same motherfucker took 5 bullets
Count em, came out

Rappin' and stealin' and makin' 5
Motherfucker's records got sold millions millions
Haha, platinum, I make 5
platinum shit, know what

I'm sayin'
Niggaz can't fuck with me
Topacolypse, not known for playin, huh
I took shots

And gave shots
Fuck tha cops
Will I stop
Until my shit, reach tha top, hm

Niggaz out there wanna do me
But it'z my duty
Bad Boy and Fugees, hahahaha
Y'all niggaz'll never stop me, never drop me

Never make me fall
Me, topacolypse all I know how to do iz ball ball ball
My crew
Survive reincarnation after I'm dead

Their rockin' 'n rollin'
Bring tha funk to 'tha whole nation
And you know
These niggaz wanna have a go with my name on it

You know
I spit 'tha game so clear
Explain it on you
You know, huh

When I'm dead
My niggaz'll ride 4 me
For evrybody
See you just got to see 'tha pic to make it all bald