2 Pac

Outlaw immortals.
Bow down to something greater than yourself, trick.
Individual capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and nine swoles.
They know.
You watchin but you ain't seein'. realize before, you beaatch.
Picture, if you will, seven deadly human beings.
Blessed with the gift to speak,
The power to reach each nigga on every street.
May the heavenly father look down and be proud of
What transpires since the day of seeds was planted.
The g grew but we knew we'd have a click.
Smoked out, locced out. all into shit.
Just me and my dogs livin like hogs.
Outlaw immortals. what we followed was the story,
What proceded was the clue.
Lies deadly with fiction
Don't fuck around and make it true
My adversaries crumble.
When we rumble, it's a catastrophy.
I out for revenge on bitch,
Niggas that blasted me.
Plus my alias is makaveli.
Unloaded .357 with hollow points to a nigga belly.
Bust him to see if he bleed.
He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like me.
They call my name out and niggas run.
Best be prepared for the outlaws.
Here we come.
They call me hussein fatal.
It's a two game table.
I'm robbin ya niggas cradle with a knife in your naval.
Rap related.
Criminaly activated and evil.
I wouldn't want to be you.
Behind my fuckin desert eagle till the end.
I'm tellin all friends and enemies.
You see what i got to make you freeze.
To touch me, you need utilities.
Complete most, wanted on the streets of the east coast.
Young guns fire and niggas leave.
See mo(mopreme).
I be shinin like white diamonds and crystals.
Glistenin and holdin pistols.
The mission's simple.
Fold up and roll up.
Dead presidential's all over potential.
Look here, billion dollar baller presents you.
Sorta, oughta call on a nigga.
I'll be sure to get you.
Get cash, yo.
Fast, yo.
From my castro. blast.
And i'm a last,yo.
Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim
That they be runnin thangs.
I'll be gunnin those same niggas runnin late.
My alias is mother fuckin napoleon.
And i'd rather be robbin the game.
These mother fuckers leave me sufferin.
But it ain't nothin.
I got no time for no bluffin.
Before a nigga finish put in the work,
I better end up with something
I think these niggas got the game fucked up.
If they don't believe a young nigga like me would bust(booyaa!!)
Perhaps it's a must.
I'm facin cases.
Fuck probation.
That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin.
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Thug nigga till we die.
No mercy on these playa hatin bitches.
Ask me why.
When we ride!
It's the imperial serial killer.
Alias, mussolini