2Pac: Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)

[church bells ring in background]In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur hasjust released another album under the alias Makaveli.Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artiststreet dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappershave joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the characterof not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupacexcuse me Makaveli's verbal assaulton Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappersJay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whateverand several other corny sounding motherfuckersare understandably shaken up by this release.The question everbody wants to know is -- why'd they get this nigga started?Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for commentbut released this statement:[Makaveli]It's not about East or WestIt'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 niggaz still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aightAight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches(All day, everyday)It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers(The pump in yo' ass)This is it nigga! Killuminati style(Outlaw lifestyle)Makaveli the Don, solo shit - bring it![Makaveli]Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the DonHysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'RanNiggaz get shook like 5-0My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survivalMoney makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pocketsLet me introduce the topic, then we drop itExpose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?Located world wide like the art of graffitiI think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shittyBorn on a dopefiend's titty.. huhIn every city you'll find meLook for trouble right behind meMy Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?I hit the scene niggaz duckin from my guillotine stareI'm right there; my every word, a fuckin nightmareGet me high, let me see the sun rise and fallThis for my dogs down to die for yoursExtreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'emCut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'emMy whole team, trained to explode ride or dieMurder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cryMe - a born leader never leave the block without my heaterTwo big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eatersAnd not a whimper 'til I'm goneThug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong(Ha ha ha)Bye bye bye, let's get high and rideOh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cryI'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find youWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breatheHow many niggaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!West coast ridah, comin right behind yaShould've never fucked wit meeeeI want money hoes sex and weeeedI wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first![Chorus]We, bomb first when we ridePlease, reconsider 'fo you dieWe ain't even come to hurt nobody tonightBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb firstWe, bomb first when we ridePlease, reconsider 'fo you dieWe ain't even come to fight tonightBut it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first[E.D.I. Amin]For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin straysThey delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killersGot nuttin to lose, I gots no where to goI only got one home, see me stranded on Death RowWith Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the generalAnd I be a soldier on a missionSent to do, what you'll never doand that's ride for the causeYes I'll die for the causeYa best believe if I'ma leave this bitchYo I'm dyin with yoursKamikaze, sicker than a muh'fuckin NaziGot a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin cash maynethen what is your motherfuckin purpose? None can serve usE.D.I. Amin born worthlessThat's until the day, I decided to bomb first BEATCH!![Young Noble]Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leatherCausin massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thoroughHalf rapper half drug kingpinYer tellin fairy tales dunn"King of New York," like you the motherfuckin one?But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shitFrom the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flippin chipsGettin rich, even though it's hardTryin to creep through these halls and brawlswithout scarred by a revolv'with no warnin signs, cause yo my man took fiveNow I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time[Makaveli]Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedinDon't want to hear no shit this evenin, believe meWe, bomb first when we ridePlease, reconsider 'fo you dieG's, and thug niggaz on the risePlan-plot-strategize, and bomb firstWe, bomb first when we ridePlease, reconsider 'fo you dieG's, and thug niggaz on the risePlan-plot-strategize, and bomb first