[Intro: Makaveli]
I heard some shit, Yo this, I heard this n***a dissed you?
Uhhh 'sup n***a, just talkin' a whole buncha shit
Let this be my motherfuckin' reply to that little bitch shit y'all [?]
(Make sure you bring it 'Pac)
Around the way type shit
(Ayy yo 'Pac do that shit Westside style)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All them mixtapes y'all droppin'
Make sure you bring it
Trying to get with me
Bring it live n***a worldwide feel it!
(Don't forget to talk)

[Verse 1]
You heard it wrong n***a
Ain't nothing sweet about my techniques
You checking for my breathless quotes I wrote deadly
My history so thoroughly involves destruction
N***as left with they ass bleeding, lyrical fucking (Woah)
Open up, first to bust, let me see your heart
Turn the lights down 'cause I might clown in the dark
When I check for the Heartz of Men what do we find?
N***as watching for my pockets, planning plots on mine
Am I blind
Let my rhymes speak for me in history
A legend you define me
Don Makaveli bitch bow down to Death Row
Fuck what you say we untouchable
Now that we done shook Doc Dre
He ain't made a beat in six years, swear he the shit
Won't get no record sales sucking Nas dick
Let me get my preach on, n***a drop the beat, I get my freak on
The wrong one for you to speak on
Mothafucka watch your mouth
[Hook]
Come on, come on
Live like this n***a
Come on, come on
Silly n***a
Watch ya mouth
Stick and move
Stick and move
Bring the muthafuckin' hands
Bring the heat
Bring the funk
Ayy yo 'Pac swing on that trick n***a
Let's do it

[Verse 2]
Look I heard Nas got beef 'cause I'm dissing his clique
Cool (Skinny n***a) come bring your ass n***a you can get dissed
I'm worldwide steady war rapping
Get your cash on n***a, five times platinum (How many you sold?)
What's that
De-La got a problem with this hard shit
Ever since "Me Myself and I" y'all been garbage
(You know I'm tellin' the truth)
I'ma keep it real, show you how it feels to ride
Y'all went three feet and stopped rising (I ain't seen shit ya'll [?])
Wendy Williams is a fat bitch, that's the truth
I got a jar full of n***as nuts *slurp, slurp*, that's for you
Let the Westside-Eastside drama cease
I'll come along to your own streets, Outlaw
Prepare for panic when I unleash
N***as is lucky if they leave here in one piece
(Watch your muthafuckin')
Cream Puff never had no heart to start
So how the hell Biggie Smalls get the part
Watch your mouth
[Hook]
Don Makaveli
Stick and move
Stick and move
Killuminati style, n***a
Keep your muthafuckin' hands up
Killuminati style
Yea, we gonna do this for a while
I got a lot of shit
You know how we do it
Killuminati
Let's do this n***a

[Verse 3]
What I bring to you is hardcore
The very essence of my poetry
Dyslexic so you backward ass n***as will know it's me
The only G to bleed for the shit I bring
And swing hard on mothafuckas that's my thing
Vocally I'm pure so you O.D. tryna throw me
Don't get your life took trying to run with your homies
Y'all know me, same n***a so quick to blast
On this worldwide mash trying to get some cash
Holla, my name and the game will follow
Wait, and I'll murder these snakes tomorrow
Bunch of washed-up jealous-ass punks though
Quit bullshitting 'Pac, flip the funk mode
Makaveli rise, all you n***as die when I come
I'll do some fly shit and be done
They say 'Pac ain't got love for the Eastside
You's a lying mothafucka, n***a we ride
Watch your mouth
[Outro]
Love that shit! I love that thug shit!
I wrote this for my n***as on the Eastside
(I love that thug shit)
I wrote this for my n***as on the Westside
(How I love that thug shit)
I wrote this for my n***as on the Eastside
(Put your hands on it)
I wrote this for my n***as on the Westside
(Hands on ya heat)
All my n***as in the north run, run with me
(All the n***as in the streets)
All my n***as in the north run, run with me
(Hands on ya heat)
For my n***as down south, now get with me
For my n***as down south, now get with me
For my n***as on the Eastside, Eastside
(Fly, fly bitches, out there)
For my n***as on the Westside, Westside
(Fly, fly bitches)
For my n***as up north of course
(Fly, fly bitches)
For my n***as up north of course
(Fly if you out there)
For my n***as down south no doubt
(If you out there)
For my n***as down south no doubt
(The bitches is bomb)
For my n***as on the Eastside, Eastside
(Fly n***as, fly n***as)
For my n***as on the Westside, Westside
(Fly n***as, getting by)
For my n***as up north of course
(Fly bitches, fly bitches)
For my n***as up north of course
(Fly and getting high)
For my n***as down south no doubt
For my n***as down south no doubt
Come on
My dream is to see real n***as and real bitches
Get to together and have real kids and have a real
Life and get real money
Come on, uh
My problem: Fake n***as always
Tryin' to interrupt the conversation
Come on, uh
The solution: Multiple guns, ammunition
Come on, yeah
And game type mobsters
What you'll find, always rough, rugged, and raw
Come on, yea
Outlaw, Westside, Death Row, Thug Life
Dre can't fuck with this, uh
Yea, you know my trial
To live and die In L.A
To live in and die in L.A
They say Dre can't fuck with this, heyyeyeyeyeye
Uh, Dre can't fuck with this, heyeheye
Hahahahahahaa
Yeah n***a, the prodigal son
Ya this might have been your muthafuckin' record label
When you was here, n***a
When you see where you at, and you see where the fuck I'm at, n***a
Westside, Death Row the Untouchable style, n***a
I took your shit, you bitch made n***a
You up out of this shit, n***a
You got erased n***a
You know the muthafuckin' history
M.O.B. n***a, mob-style
We don't like your trick ass
You up out of here, n***a
By murder, or by hardcore styles
It took hardcore styles for your ass to walk
You walkin' n***a
You don't even come out no more
'Cause you know what time it is
Don't even front muthafucka
You think by getting with my enemy
That will get you some love with my heart, n***a?
FUCK YOU