[Intro: 2Pac]
Makaveli the Don, break on 'em!
Ah put ya, ah put ya hands on ya, hands on ya heater
Hands on ya, hands on ya heater, hands on ya, hand…

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Let it be prophesized; n***as'll die because your crew's doom
Around the way n***as get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones, n***as is bold and they choose to roll
I kill 'em all, watch now, n***a, truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
N***as dyin' by my .30 aught, brains is splattered
Wonder why these n***as cross me, I'm certified crazy
So sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, every time I ride is for reasons
Hard to kill a n***a 'cause I'm comin' back like Jesus
Bow down to my ill nation, runnin' from drug cases
Lookin' at my congregation so full of thug faces
Mama gave a n***a breath, a life of stress
I invest in a vest and makin' n***as watch they every step
Label me a threat and I ain't even got started with this shit yet
Thug style, baby, hands on my pistol, listen
I'm a rider, every n***a breathin' pay attention
'Bout to show you motherfuckers how it feel to drop a body
A simple glimpse of my lifestyle, Killuminati…
[Chorus: (Kastro) & 2Pac]
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin' again
Tryna make, yo, my military be prepared for them bustas
Similar to bitches too scary, get too near me, we rush 'em
Visions of overpacked prisons, millions of n***as thug livin'
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us
They pull a heater, ammunition in crates
Psssh! Move without a sound as we slide down, pistols in place
They got me fiendin' for currency, the money be callin'
It’s like I'm - dreamin', seein' scenes of me ballin'
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the Glock .4-5, snatchin' n***as pagers
Labeled a mark, soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin' 40s, moved to harder shit
Goddamn, now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
N***a got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati
[Chorus: (Kastro) & 2Pac]
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
Killuminati
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)

[Verse 3: E.D.I. Amin]
Check it, I spend most of my time hatin' n***as
Wantin' to bank n***as, because they come across as fake n***as
But we made n***as, old school in our thinkin'
While you sinkin', I comes out, fucked up, high as hell, drinkin'
Outlawz could never be bullshitters, what
We keeps it true assassin, none of y'all can deal with us
Got me thinkin' who's still with us or who haters
It don't matter 'cause put together none of y'all could take us
Y'all don't understand, I'll kill for this n***a, peel for this n***a
And when y'all dump out, be the shield for this n***a
E.D.I. Amin, ooh, Lordy Lordy
Kill 'em all for surely, '96, it's Killuminati
[Verse 4: Kadafi]
They got me thinkin' strugglin' and hustling's my only fate
Choppin' grams on kitchen plates
Tryna keep that money straight
Times is where I be up on these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back, wrapped in my sheets
My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed
Thirteen, got a package from the devil, payin' my deeds
Preoccupied by the greed in this crooked life I lead
More funds to spend or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's, sippin' 'notiq
Stayin' as real as tats on my body, and it's Killuminati

[Chorus: (Kastro) & 2Pac]
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)

[Outro: 2Pac]
Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside
The question when asked, n***a, you know what time it is
You know what type of shit we giving you
You want that hip-hop, n***a, this that hip-hop for real
Hip-hop that sell five mill'
Fuck with me, n***a, you get killed
It don't get no realer than real
What's my motherfuckin' name, n***a? Like my n***a Dogg asked
What's my motherfuckin' name, n***a?
What's my motherfuckin' name?
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
Outlawz in this bitch, Death Row at it's finest
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
Repeat! Death Row at it's finest, n***a
You know what time it is
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
Outlawz, Makaveli, Kastro, EDI Mean, Kadafi, Hussein
Napoleon, Young Noble, the whole clique
Rough, rugged, and raw, QDIII in this biatch
Westside all in this biatch!
Tommy D. Woodstockin' it and shit, you know'm'sayin', hahaha
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
Death Row! (They can't stop you)
Made n***as and we out to get paid, n***a
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
Made n***as and we out to get paid, n***a
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
I maintain, made n***as and we out to get paid, n***a
Westsizide!