Drunk Freestyle

2Pac (Tupac Shakur)

It'z 'Pac, Makaveli 
I'm in tha studio drunk in a motherfucker 
Ready 2 freestyle this shit, do it wild 
Live 
4 all my dogs 

4 all my dogs out there raised in hell 
Let me see them young niggaz raised tha bail 
Stepped out on tha streetz rushed from jail 
All tha police wanna rag and tell 
Not knowin' that I stashed my mail, uh 
All these niggaz wanna see me fail, uh 
That'z just tha intro 
As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh 

After tha fire comes tha rain 
After pleasure iz pain 
Even though we broke 4 tha moment 
Ballin' tha game 
Time 2 make your, my military be prepared 4 tha bustas 
I'ma let your, bitches 2 scary 2 near me 2 rushin' 
Visions of over packed prisons 
Fingers of niggaz thug livin' 
Precious, Big Stretch, hopin' don't tell us 
They pull tha heater 
Ammunition in grace 
Shh, without a cell 
As we slidin' down 
Pistols in place 
They got me feintin' 4 currency 
And money be callin' me 
It'z like I'm dreamin' 
Seeing seasons 2 ballin' 
Officiated, and this fuckin' his behavior 
Got tha Glock 4-5 snatchin' niggaz pagers 
Label tha marks 
Soon as we start 
It was hard 2 quit 
Started out drinkin' forties through tha hardest shit 
G*ddamn, now I'ma grown man 
A follower man 
Nigga got my own plan 
In my hand got tha 45 
I kick it live 2 sur5 
Make these niggaz die 
While gettin' high 
Though we cry when these thugz bug 
Niggaz'll leave in their caskets 
That'z what ya get 4 being playahatin' bastards 
Me and my clique's all legit 
We keep a 50 on these niggaz know 
You can't touch us 
When they get 2 come against us 
These niggaz'll be defenseless 
It's senseless 
Knockin' niggaz back on tha fences 
My whole clique be sick 
And though we rip whole crews 
Niggaz knew 
We came trough 
Drinkin' 22's of brew 
And though we drink Hennessey 
We provide our enemies with mo' shit 
Tha art o' war's all legit 
I read, my name out, Makaveli 
With tha Thug Life chattered on tha bottom of my belly 
Can these niggaz understand this 
My whole family is sick is though scandalous 
Let my introduce my clique 
Castro, when he blasts y'all 
Niggaz run and hide 
Napoleon will provide 
Tha game 
Let my explain 
Why E.D.I. 
Provide shit, 4 tha needy 
And take from tha greedy 
Kadafi, is not sloppy 
Another copy 
Is tha only one 
Bring tha gun 
If ya want it Young Noble 
Bring ya soul 
2 tha true, let them know we came trough 
In a bucket or BMW 
We trouble you 
The W for Westside 
Niggaz die 
When they try to infiltrate my crew 
We never high, we ride 
And die, together 
And when you see my clique we always ride 4 ever 
Me, my whole clique is sick 
We smoke sense a me 
Can you convince a G 
That they can come against me 
You can see me on TV 
Or live 
Niggaz die when they try 2 come against me 
Never high 
In my own zone, in my own done 
In my mind I'ma don 
Nigga knew it once I get all thy 
Splash your niggaz 
Will I dash your niggaz 
Once I mash these figgaz 
I'll be bad a nigga 
It's me, makaveli 
a.k.a tha don of these whole clique 
niggaz you so sick 
That's my freestyle drunk and flow 
Just so you bitch ass niggaz in tha back row know 
Whether it'z New York or Texas 
Ride through in a Lexus 
Or BMW 
I trouble you 
Throwin' up 4 ever 4 this big ol' W 
Huhhuhhuhhuhu 
My double R proves I'ma big rap star 
Rockin' tha roof 
Niggaz where ya at 
Where ya are is tha bet 
In tha front, when ya bump this shit 
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit 
Always, though I'm on probation 
I still rock tha nation 
Out on bail, though last year I was in jail 
Raised hell, until I get my mail 
Will I fail, hell no niggaz bite my nails 
I keep a manicure 
Though you panic you're 
Still gonna die 
Went pocket high 
Smokin' Endo 
I roll my window down 
A smooth criminal 
And though I pack this pal 
3-5-7 0-4-5 
Will I high, will I die 
Will I ride, niggaz never know why 
My whole crew, a family clique 
Are we sick 
Are we live 
Though we struggle 2 sur5 
In this motherfuckin' ‘95 
Turnin' ‘96 
'96 turnin' ‘97 
I keep a 3-5-7 
Mack 11 
Back home I got a M-Ore 
What did I say, a mini 14 
Haha, my double R 
Ride with my crew, ride with my clew 
You don't have a clue, nigga when we're comin' 4 you 
We hit tha house o' blue, actin' like fools 
My nigga Fatal 
Put a gun inside his club I keep his fuckin' prenatal 
How 2 bang inside his chest, no no no 
Bang inside his belly, no no no 
Who is makaveli, tha general, bring that gas out his belly 
I say yo Fatal is ya crazy 
Things pushin' outside at tha front 
Niggaz'll say G*ddamn 
Niggaz iz funny as hell 
What you want 
You want tha funk 
Hell no, niggaz don't want no beef 
That'z why we left that motherfucker in a Rolls 
A Limo I mean 
With bitches inside to meet 
I was chillin' in tha back 
Got some hits, just did a dope assed show 
Them niggaz'll always remember me 
Came from Italy 
Bellisimo, was tha call 
Yeah nigga I got Versace 
All money 
All them niggaz wanna fuck with me 
Y'all know 
I always represent my people 2 tha fullest 
Yeah, I'm that same motherfucker took 5 bullets 
Count em, came out 
Rappin' and stealin' and makin' 5 
Motherfucker's records got sold millions millions 
Haha, platinum, I make 5 platinum shit, know what I'm sayin' 
Niggaz can't fuck with me 
2pacolypse, not known 4 playin, huh 
I took shots 
And gave shots 
Fuck tha cops 
Will I stop 
Until my shit, reach tha top, hm 
Niggaz out there wanna do me 
But it'z my duty 
Bad Boy and Fugees, hahahaha 
Y'all niggaz'll never stop me, never drop me 
Never make me fall 
Me, 2pacolypse all I know how 2 do iz ball ball ball!!!
My crew 
Survive reincarnation after I'm dead 
Their rockin' ‘n rollin' 
Bring tha funk 2 tha whole nation 
And you know 
These niggaz wanna have a go with my name on it 
You know 
I spit tha game so clear explain it on you 
You know, huh 
When I'm dead 
My niggaz'll ride 4 me 
4 e'rybody 
see you just got 2 see tha pic 2 make it all bald
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