[Intro: 2Pac]
Hold, hold the fuck up, these niggas diss me (Jay-Z)
Tch alight (Come out and play)
Ayo, assassin give me one of those tracks I can just ride on motherfuckers with (Mobb Deep)
Niggas talkin' 'bout we can't rap? (Come out and play)
Niggas must not of never heard no motherfuckin' track off of Death Row, nigga (Death Row)
(West side)
Get it on, daylight, fuckin' night break
(M.O.B., haha)
Go into these niggas, no motherfuckin' depth
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk ‘cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while I pluck holes in niggas like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, Your Honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit, heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question who's sane
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of thirty niggas who all got me
While bitches wonderin' who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin' slugs like Muammar Gaddafi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin' shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga, like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me, another gay rapper
Bustin' caps at Jay-Z and still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture, still after me
I'm in Jamaica sippin' daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin' nothin' then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thug nigga that my old man wasn't
I can't tour, fear of catchin' cases, litigation
Niggas player-hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states
I'm screamin' "Death Row!", throwin' Westside, ain't no thing
We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the Hell did I survive these five shots?
Live it up or give it up and like demons
Late night, hear 'em screamin', "We goin' all out!"
[Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi]
Big money clutchin, bail, to murder ’em, po’s rushin
Cap tilted to the side, on the lean out the ride bustin’
Outlaws enforce the secrets of war, but won’t abuse it
Burnt, bury my burners with my dead buddies when I use it
Give a fuck about later, shots warm through the equator
Death to you traitors, shots bitin’ through your bones like alligator
Payin my dues, lookin' for miscellaneous infamous crews
Old ladies sing the blues, leave 'em smokin' from they shoes
[Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean]
Now with my every wakin’ moment
I’m on a quest to be better, yeah
Position myself to prosper state, prepared for whatever
But at times, I slip slightly, shit I ain’t afraid to admit it
To gone, off that Novocaine, like in too hard to live it
And I’m just a smidgeon past my teenage years, into adulthood
Now I ride with G’s finally, knowin' myself good
And it felt good when I was young but playtime’s over
E.D. here take this gun nigga, ride like a soldier (It’s over)
[Verse 4: Kastro]
I piss cold blood, shit hot liquor out my liver
Smoke like a tail pipe, and write when I’m bitter
All my life I been considered a downright, dirty nigga
From when daddy knocked mama’s twat popped the last drop from the litter
Tell me give the world hell
But in hell I give ’em mo’
And I bail outta jail
Screamin fuck the Po Po
When I run to take that enough, from a simple fuck
To multi-million dollar luck
Bustin' free
[Verse 5: Napoleon]
Well I think it’s time to grab all pistols
Wave them shits in the air
Celebrate Outlaw livin' nigga, I wouldn’t be here
To you death is losin, to me this shit’s a family reunion
And to hell wit a peace treaty, never call it, cause it wouldn’t feed me, my wallet
Be as empty as the day I got started
Twelve shots in my pocket, left my niggas departed
It’s a shame that these snake vultures niggas coldhearted
In a dirty world where only God know yo death and can call it
[Verse 6: Young Noble & 2Pac]
We thugged out, low cut, Outlawz rush and royal flush
Bomb first kickin dust, out in Cali but I ain’t in too much
Makin' pay state to state, N.J. to C.A
Some cowards felt the weight and turned feminine like Michel’le
Niggas change they whole style when the Outlawz comin'
A million miles and thuggin', Young Noble, I keep ’em buzzin'
While the rapture, capture this fuckin' style (Ayo) that I master
Bringin terminal (Ayo) disaster, hit you up when I pass (Nigga)
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Us, the first to bust, who do we trust? Out for Mobb Deep and Jay-Z, dead in the dust
I told you punks that I was after Biggie
You got involved now we 'bout to bust on all y'all
We goin' all out
Us, the first to bust, who do we trust? Out for Mobb Deep and Jay-Z, dead in the dust
I told you punks that I was after Biggie
You got involved now we 'bout to bust on all y'all
Goin' all out
Us, the first to bust, who do we trust? Out for Mobb Deep and Jay-Z, dead in the dust
I told you punks that I was after Biggie
You got involved now we 'bout to bust on all y'all
We goin' all out
Us, the first to bust, who do we trust? Out for Mobb Deep and Jay-Z, dead in the dust
I told you punks that I was after Biggie
You got involved now we 'bout to bust on all y'all
Goin' all out (Westsidddddeeeeeee!)
[Outro: 2Pac]
Jay-Z (Westside, Outlaw, Death Row)
Haha, this what they gon' play at yo funeral (Makaveli Tha Don)
Punk motherfucker with them big dick suckin' lips, you a trick ass nigga (Outlawz the criminal desperado’s)
(Westside, thug livin')
How you gon' be Hawaiian Sophie one year and be tough ass mob the next year (Die, die slow)
Nigga my memory ain't bad, you up out the business (Die, die slow)
Bang!, you dead, ha haaa (Die, die slow)
Mobb Deep, you lil young ass, juvenile delinquents (Die, die slow)
Bang, bang! you dead (Ugh, die, die slow)
Biggie, bang! You dead (Die, die slow)
Puffy, bang! (Die, you die slow) You dead, you out the game, (Die, die, you die slow) no need to explain
Get outta here
(Die, die, you die slow)
(Die, die, you die slow)
(Mmh, die, you die slow)
(My label, the notorious untouchable Death Row)