Bomb First (My Second Reply) Songtext
von Makaveli

Suge Shot Me
In today′s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement
Although no one knows the exact 'cause of the new album
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli′s verbal assault On Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G, and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are 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 comment
But released this statement:
It's not about East or West
It′s about niggas and bitches, power and money
Riders and punks, Which side are you on?

These niggas is still fuckin′ talkin?
You niggas still breathin? fuckin' roaches, alright

Aight, it′s the Raid for your cockroaches
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


Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Quran

Niggas get shook like 5-0
My 45 gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin′ plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride?

Located world wide 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 niggas down to die for me, nah mean?
I hit the scene niggas 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 yours
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 gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper 'til I′m gone
Thug Life runnin′ through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)

Bye bye bye, let′s get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas but I'm not gon′ cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Lookin′ out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me? Yeah yeah
West coast rider, comin' right behind ya
Should′ve never fucked wit me
I want money, hoes, sex and weed
I wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first
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

For so many days and some many ways we've been duckin strays
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nothin′ to lose, I gots no where 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
Ya best believe if I′ma leave this bitch
Yo I'm dying with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh′fuckin' Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfuckin′ cash man
Then what is your motherfuckin′ purpose? None can serve us
E.D.I Amin born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first bitch

Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Causin′ massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain′t thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin' fairy tales dunn
"King of New York, " like you the motherfuckin′ one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit
From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggas flippin chips
Gettin′ rich, even though it′s hard
Tryin' to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolv′
With no warnin' signs, ′cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time

Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin′
Don't want to hear no shit this evenin', believe me
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ′fore you die
G′s, and thug niggas on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fore you die
G′s, and thug niggas on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first