Bomb First (My Second Reply)

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In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has Just released another album under the alias Makaveli Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row records as well Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever And several other corny sounding motherfuckers Are understandably shaken up by this release The question everybody wants to know is Why'd they get this nigga started? Tupac, rather Makaveli was not available for comment But released this statement It's not about East or West It's about niggaz and bitches Power and money, riders and punks Which side are you on? Gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground These niggaz is still fuckin' talkin'? You nigga still breathin'? Fuckin' roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk muthafuckas The shit nigga Killuminati Style Makaveli the Don Solo shit Bring It (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 gun's Next to me when we ride, for survival Money-making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely — see me ride? Located world wide, like the art of graffiti I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude's shitty Bolder than a dope-fiend's titty And every city you'll find me, look for trouble right behind me My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, nahmean? I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my guillotine stare I'm right there — my every word, a fucking nightmare Get me high; let me see the sun rise and fall This is 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 'em Mobb Bitch-Nigga Eaters And I don't whimper till I'm gone Thug Life running through my veins, so I'm strong Bye, bye, bye, let's get high and ride O how do we do these niggas, but I'm not gonna cry I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too Looking 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 wit' me I want money, hoes, sex and weed I won't rest till my road-dog's free Bomb first 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'm 'a 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'm 'a bomb first (E.D.I. Mean) For so many days and some many ways, we've been ducking strays They deliver, but still we some Bad Boy killers Got nothing to lose, I gots nowhere to go I only got one home, see me stranded on Deathrow With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general and I be a soldier on a mission, set to do what you'll never do And that's ride for the cause, yes I'll die for the cause Ya best believe if I leave this bitch I'm dying with choice Kamikaze sicker than a motherfucking Nazi Got a little question for that nigga that made Paparazzi Tell me if you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfucking cash man Then what is ya motherfucking purpose, none for service E.D.I. Mean born worthless That's until the day I decided to bomb first, biatch (Young Noble) Yer style wack as ever, like you was rocking patent leather Cause a massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't terrel Half rapper, half drug kingpin, yer telling fairy-tales, son King of New York like you the motherfucking one But I'm from Jers we don't play that shit From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggas flippin' chips Getting rich, even though it's hard Trying to creep through these halls abroad without scar by (?) With no warnin' signs 'cause yo my man took five Now I'm the young one with the nine ready to put in my time Shoot first, look at their head burst, bleeding Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me 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 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