[2Pac] (Intro)
Makaveli, I'm in the studio drunk then a muthaf***a..
Ready to freestyle this s*** and do it wild..
Live, for all my dogs.. For all my dogs out there raising hell,
Just to see ya young n****, raise the bail..

Stepped out on the streets, fresh from jail,
All the police want to rag and tell,
Not knowing that I stacks my mail,
All these n****s want to see me fail..
That's just the intro, as I sit back and rock this instrumental...

After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure it's pain,
Even though we broke for the moment, we ballin' the game...
Time to make yo mind military, be prepared for the bustas,
Similar to b****es too scary and too near me be rushing...

Visions of over-packed prisons,
Feens and n****s thug livin',
Pressures and 3 Strikes, hope they don't tell us...
They call it heater, amminition at grace,

Move without a sound, let me slide down, pistols in place...
They got me feenin' for currency, the money it goes,
It's like I'm a, dreamin' senior season me ballin'...
Official hated, and my enemies be hated, got the cops .4-5 stanchin' n****s pagers...

Laid with a mark, soon as we start, but it's hard to quit,
Started out drinkin' 40's, the hardest s***...
God Damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man,
N**** got my own plan, in my hand...

Got the .45, I get it live to survive, make these n****s die,
While gettin' high though we cry...
When these thugs bud, n****s'll leave in they casket,
That's what you get for being playa hatin' bastards...

Me and my click so ligit, we keep a 50 on us,
These n****s know, you can't touch us...
When they get to come against us, these n****s be defenceless and senseless,
Knockin' n****s back on the fence...

My whole click be sick, and though we rip whole crews,
N****s knew we came through drinkin' 22's of brew,
And though we drink Hennessy, we provide our enemies with mo' s***,
Though all the world so legit...

I read my name out, Makaveli with the Thug Life tatted on the bottom of my belly,
Can these n****s understand this, my whole family is sick and so Scandalouz...
Let's intorduce my click, Kastro, when he blast why'all n****s run to hide,
Napoleon will provide the game, let me explain while Edi provide s*** for the needy and take from
the greedy..

Khadafi, he's not sloppy and not a copy, he's the only one bring a gun, if you want it...
Young Noble bring the soul to the troop, let 'em know we come through in a bucket of BMW's...
We trouble you, the "W" for West Side, n****s die when they try to infultrate my crew...
We never hide, we ride, and die together,

And when you see my click we always ride forever...
Me, my whole click is sick, we smoke sisamy, can you convince the G,
That they can come against me...
You can't see me on TV or live, n****s die when they try to come against me...

Never hide, in my own zone in my own dome,
In my mind I'm a Don, n****s knew it once,
I came all out, splashed on n****s, will I dash on n****s,
Once I mash these n****s, I'll be bader n****...

It's me, Makaveli, a.k.a The Don of this whole click,
N**** you's slow sick...
That's my freestyle drunk and slow,
Just so you b**** a** n****s in the back row now...

Weather it's New York or Texas,
Ride through in a Lexus,
A BMW, I trouble you,
So and forever this Big 'ol "W"...

Hu-hu-hu, my Double are cruise, I'm a big rap star,
Rockin' the grooves, n****s where ya at...
Where you are is the back, in the front when you park this s***,
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit,

Always, and though I'm on probabtion 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 naw n**** bite my nails...
I keep a manicure, though you panic,
You're still gone die

When Pac get high...
Smokin' Indo, I roll my window down,
A smooth criminal, and though I pack this pound,
.3-5-7, .0-4-5, will I hide?..

Will I die?..
Will I ride?..
N****s never know why...
My whole crew, a family click,

Always sick,
Are we live though we struggle to survive in this muthaf***a...
9-5 turn to 9-6, 9-6 turn to 9-7, I keep a .3-5-7 Mac 11...
Back home I got a M-O, what I say, a Mini 14, ha ha...

My Double are, ride with my crew, ride with my crew,
You don't have a clue n**** when we comin' for you...
We hit the House of Blues actin' like fools, my n**** Fatal,
Put a gun inside a club, I keep his f***in' pre-nadle,

Had to bang inside a chest, now I, bang as Veli, no-no-no,
With Makaveli I told him don't bring that gas out of Veli...
I said yo Fatal are you crazy, n**** pissin' all side in the front,
N****s said god damn them n****s is funny as hell...

What you want?.. you want the pump?..
Hell naw them n****s don't want no beef,
That's why we left that muthaf***a in a Rose,
A Limo I mean... well pick this out, to me,

I was sittin' in the back, then on some hits,
I did a dope as show, them n****s will always remember me...
Came from India, Felizimo, was the call, yeah n**** I got Vasache on,
On mighty all them n****s want to f*** with me, why'all know...

I always represent my people to the fullest,
Yeah I'm that same muthaf***a that took five, bullets...

Writer : WEST/CLERVOIX/SHAKUR
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC