You heard it wrong nigga Ain’t nothing sweet about my techniques You checking for my breathless quotes I wrote deadly My history so thoroughly involves destruction Niggas left with their ass bleeding, lyrical fucking 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 Niggas 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 nigga drop the beat, I get my freak on The wrong one for you to speak on Motherfucker watch your mouth
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[Verse 2] Look I heard Nas got beef cause I’m dissing his clique, cool Come bring your ass nigga you can get dissed I worldwide steady war rapping Get your cash on nigga, five times platinum What’s that De-La got a problem with this hard shit Ever since Me, Myself and I, y’all been garbage I’m gonna keep it real, show you how it feels to ride Y’all went three feet and stopped rising Wendy Williams is a fat bitch, that’s the truth I got a jar full of niggas nuts, that’s for you Let the Westside-Eastside drama cease I’ll come alone to your own streets, Outlaw Prepare for panic when I unleash Niggas is lucky if they leave here in one piece Queen Puff never had no heart to start So how the hell Biggie Smalls get the part Watch your mouth
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[Verse 3] What I bring to you is hardcore The very essence of my poetry Dyslexic so you backward-ass niggas will notice me The only G to bleed for the shit I bring And swing hard on motherfuckers that’s my thing Vocally I’m pure so you OD trying to throw me Don’t get your life took trying to run with your homies Y’all know me, same nigga 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 promo Makaveli rise, all you niggas 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 motherfucker, nigga we ride Watch your mouth