[Intro]
*Heartbeat* *Gunshots*
*Encroaching footsteps*

[Spoken: 2Pac]
These n***as is still fuckin’ talkin’?
You n***as still breathin’? (Wake up n***a it’s on)
Fuckin’ roaches aight it’s the raid (Bomb first n***a) for your cockroaches
(All day everyday) It’s the raid for you punk motherfuckers
(Bomb first hit in yo' ass up) This is it n***a (Makaveli the Don)
(Bomb first) (Get your weapens out) Killuminati style Outlaw lifestyle
(Makaveli the Don) Solo shit feel it (Bring it!)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like The Holy Qur'an
N***as get shook like 5-0
My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival
Money-makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockеts
Let me introduce thе topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes ‘cause they breed freely
See me rise, located worldwide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dope fiend's titty, (huh) in every city
You'll find me, look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw n***as down to die for me, know I mean?
I hit the scene, n***as duckin' from my guillotine stare
I'm right there, my every word a fuckin' nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This 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 them "my bitch-n***a eaters"
And not a whimper until I'm gone
Thug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these n***as, but I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, JAY-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, n***a, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
How many n***as down to die for me? Yay-yay!
West Coast rider, comin' right behind ya
Should have never fucked with me
I want money, hoes, sex and weed
I won't rest until my road dog's free – bomb first
[Chorus: 2Pac]
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'ma 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'ma bomb first

[Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean]
For so many days, in so many ways we've been duckin' strays
They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers
Got nuttin' to lose, I gots nowhere to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission, sent to do what you'll never do
And that's ride for the cause, yes, I'll die for the cause
You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch, yo I'm dyin' with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a ma'fuckin' Nazi
Got a little question for that n***a that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfuckin' cash, mane
Then what is your motherfuckin' purpose? Narcing service
E.D.I. Mean, born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first, bitch!
[Bridge: 2Pac]
Biatch! Come on, bring it, down with it!
Then we ride
Come on, bring it
Bomb first when we ride
Hey, get that n***a!

[Verse 3: Young Noble]
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin' patent leather
Causin' massive terror, y'all n***as lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper, half drug kingpin, you're tellin' fairy tales, dunn
"King of New York" like you the motherfuckin' one?
But I'm from Jers', we don't play that shit
From the Clare down to North Bricks all my n***as flippin’ chips
Gettin’ rich, even though it's hard
Tryna creep through these halls and brawls without scarred by a revolve'
With no warning signs, ‘cause yo, my man took five
Now I'm the youngin with the 9 ready to put in my time

[Outro: 2Pac]
Hehahaah (Westside) (He knew it) Outlaw Westside Death Row
(Makaveli the Don) (I’m gonna tell you) one time
Check mate bitch may be the next move
(You should flew when you make up that story check you what I mean?)
Till the n***as be gone uuhhu (While they ain’t makin’ no moves)
When I do it to you (Now I can finish my shit)
Don’t you love I bust it? My nation (My anger) (Old school thing how I do it)
(Keep do it) (Stay strong I give it to you that ruff shit)
Don’t you love it how I playin’ these tricks?
(It’s all up on the chess know what I mean?)
(N***a we love suites we buyin’ ‘em) Hehahaah ahhaha how you get weight?
Did you see the n***as albums?
I try to hear some funny shit like thery tryin’ little me
(Out of respect y’all your n***as are gangbangers in there minds?)
Drop a head drop ahead (Y’all I still away my 5000 platium shit)
I’ll droppin’ boms n***a (And y’all n***as ain’t even fuckin’ make no noise)
(I know you know what the fuck I’m talkin’ about)
Eah Jay-Z straight up your album is weak homeboy (Scared n***a)
You too fuckin’ deny (Small in your fuckin’ head)
(Cause I saved your motherfuckin’ head)
And you too fuckin’ weak and still want to fuck with me
(That’s how you know I’m talkin’ to you punk motherfucker)
Boy even none in charge be enough of this (Come get me)
If you really with me weak motherfuckers shut the fuck up (Come get me)
Ooh I ain’t Sofy a lookin’ ass motherfucker (Come get me)