2Pac, Outlawz - Killuminati (Original Version) lyrics

Makaveli the Don, break on 'em!
Ah put ya, ah put ya hands on ya
Hands on ya heater
Hands on ya, hands on ya heater, hands on ya
Hand

Let it be prophesized niggas'll die
Because your crew's doom
Around the way niggas get murdered
By the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggas is bold and they choose to roll
I kill 'em all, watch now, nigga
Truth be told westside was the war cry
Look how they scatter
Niggas dyin' by my 30 odd
Brains is splattered
Wonder why these niggas cross me
I'm certified crazy
So sick the world made me now diggy-die
Every time I ride is for reasons
Hard to kill a nigga 'cause
I'm comin' back like Jesus
Bow down to my ill nation
Runnin' from drug cases
Lookin' at my congregation so
Full of thug faces
Mama gave a nigga breath, a life of stress
I invest in a vest and makin'
Niggas watch they every step
Label me a threat and I ain't even
Got started with this shit yet
Thug style, baby, hands on my pistol, listen
I'm a rider
Every nigga breathin' pay attention
'Bout to show you motherfuckers how it
Feel to drop a body
A simple glimpse of my lifestyle
Killuminati

(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)

After the fire comes the rain
After the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment
We'll be ballin' again 'Til I make it, yo
My military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to bitches too scary
Get too near me, we rushin'
Visions of over packed prisons
Millions of niggas thug livin'
Pressures and three strikes
I hope they don't test us
They pull the heat out, ammunition in crates
Psssh! Move without a sound as we
Slide down pistols in place
They got me fiendin' for currency
The money be callin'
It’s like I’m - dreamin'
Seein' scenes of me ballin'
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked 4-5, snatchin' niggas pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start
It was hard to quit
We started out drinkin' 40's
Moved to harder shit
Goddamn, now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan
And it's called Killuminati

(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
Killuminati
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)

Check it
I spend most of my time hatin' niggas
Wantin' to bank niggas
Because they come across as fake niggas
But we made niggas
Old school in our thinkin'
While you sinkin', I comes out
Fucked up, high as hell, drinkin'
Outlawz could never be bullshitters, what
We keeps it too assassin
None of y'all can deal with us
Got me thinkin' who's still with
Us or who haters
It don't matter 'cause put together none
Of y'all could take us
Y'all don't understand, I'll kill
For this nigga, peel for this nigga
And when y'all dump out
Be the shield for this nigga
EDI amin, ooh, Lordy Lordy
Kill 'em all for shorty, '96
It's Killuminati

They got me thinkin' strugglin' and
Hustlin's my only fate
Toppin' grams on the kitchen plate
Tryin' to keep that money straight
Times is where I be up on these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back
Wrapped in my sheets
My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed
Thirteen, got a package from the devil
Payin' my deeds
Preoccupied by the greed in this
Crooked life I lead
More funds to spend or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's
Sippin' naughty thangs
Real as these tats on my body
And it's Killuminati

(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)
(Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you)
Hold it down!
(Killuminati and we got you, got you)

Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash
Westside the question when asked, nigga
You know what time it is
You know what type of shit we giving you
You want that hip-hop, nigga
This that hip-hop for real
Hip-hop that sell five mill'
Fuck with me, nigga, you get killed
It don't get no realer than real
What's my motherfuckin' name
Nigga? Like my nigga Dogg asked
What's my muh'fuckin name, nigga?
What's my muh'fuckin name?
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
Outlawz in this bitch
Death Row at it's finest
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
Repeat! Death Row at it's finest, nigga
You know what time it is
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
Outlawz, Makaveli, Kastro, EDI Mean, Kadafi
Hussein
Napoleon, Young Noble, the whole clique
Rough, rugged, and raw
QDI I I in this biatch
Westside all in this biatch!
Tommy D woodstockin' it and
Shit, you know'm'sayin', hahaha
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
Death Row! (They can't stop you)
Made niggas and we out to get paid, nigga
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
Made niggas and we out to get paid, nigga
(Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain)
I maintain, made niggas and we
Out to get paid, nigga
Westsizide!