Tupac Drunk Freestyle Lyrics

[2Pac] (Intro)

Makaveli, I'm in the studio drunk then a m____fucka..
Ready to freestyle this s___ and do it wild..
Live, for all my dogs.. For all my dogs out there raising hell,
just to see ya young n____, raise the bail..
stepped out on the streets, fresh from jail,
all the police wanna rag and tell,
not knowing that I stacks my mail,
all these n____s wanna see me fail..
that's just the intro, as I sit back and rock this instrumental...

After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure it's pain,
even though we broke for the moment, we ballin' the game...
time to make yo mind military, be prepared for the bustas,
similar to b____es too scary and too near me be rushing...
visions of over-packed prisons,
feens and n____s thug livin',
pressures and 3 Strikes, hope they don't tell us...
they call it heater, amminition at grace,
move without a sound, let me slide down, pistols in place...
they got me feenin' for currency, the money it goes,
it's like I'm a, dreamin' senior season me ballin'...
official hated, and my enemies be hated, got the cops .4-5 stanchin' n____s pagers...
laid with a mark, soon as we start, but it's hard to quit,
started out drinkin' 40's, the hardest s___...
God d___ now I'm a grown man, I follow no man,
n____ got my own plan, in my hand...
got the .45, I get it live to survive, make these n____s die,
while gettin' high though we cry...
when these thugs bud, n____s'll leave in they casket,
that's what you get for being playa hatin' b______s...
me and my click so ligit, we keep a 50 on us,
these n____s know, you can't touch us...
when they get to come against us, these n____s be defenceless and senseless,
knockin' n____s back on the fence...
my whole click be sick, and though we rip whole crews,
n____s knew we came through drinkin' 22's of brew,
and though we drink Hennessy, we provide our enemies with mo' s___,
though all the world so legit...
I read my name out, Makaveli with the Thug Life tatted on the bottom of my belly,
can these n____s understand this, my whole family is sick and so Scandalouz...
Let's intorduce my click, Kastro, when he blast yall n____s run to hide,
Napoleon will provide the game, let me explain while Edi provide s___ for the needy and take from the greedy..
Khadafi, he's not sloppy and not a copy, he's the only one bring a gun, if you want it...
Young Noble bring the soul to the troop, let 'em know we come through in a bucket of BMW's...
we trouble you, the "W" for West Side, n____s die when they try to infultrate my crew...
we never hide, we ride, and die together,
and when you see my click we always ride forever...
me, my whole click is sick, we smoke sisamy, can you convince the G,
that they can come against me...
you can't see me on TV or live, n____s die when they try to come against me...
never hide, in my own zone in my own dome,
in my mind I'm a Don, n____s knew it once,
I came all out, splashed on n____s, will I dash on n____s,
once I mash these n____s, I'll be bader n____...
it's me, Makaveli, a.k.a The Don of this whole click,
n____ you's slow sick...
that's my freestyle drunk and slow,
just so you b____ a__ n____s in the back row now...
weather it's New York or Texas,
ride through in a Lexus,
a BMW, I trouble you,
so and forever this Big 'ol "W"...
hu-hu-hu, my Double R cruise, I'm a big rap star,
rockin' the grooves, n____s where ya at...
where you are is the back, in the front when you park this s___,
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit,
always, and though I'm on probabtion I still rock the nation,
out on bail,
though last year I was in jail,
raise hell, until I get my mail,
will I fail?..
hell naw n____ bite my nails...
I keep a manicure, though you panic,
you're still gone die
when Pac get high...
smokin' Indo, I roll my window down,
a smooth criminal, and though I pack this pound,
.3-5-7, .0-4-5, will I hide?..
will I die?..
will I ride?..
n____s never know why...
my whole crew, a family click,
always sick,
are we live though we struggle to survive in this m____fucka...
9-5 turn to 9-6, 9-6 turn to 9-7, I keep a .3-5-7 Mac 11...
back home I got a M-O, what I say, a Mini 14, ha ha...
my Double R, ride with my crew, ride with my crew,
you don't have a clue n____ when we comin' for you...
we hit the House of Blues actin' like fools, my n____ Fatal,
put a gun inside a club, I keep his f___in' pre-nadle,
had to bang inside a chest, now I, bang as Veli, no-no-no,
with Makaveli I told him don't bring that gas out of Veli...
I said yo Fatal are you crazy, n____ p___in' all side in the front,
n____s said god d___ them n____s is funny as hell...
what you want?.. you want the pump?..
hell naw them n____s don't want no beef,
that's why we left that m____fucka in a Rose,
a Limo I mean... well pick this out, to me,
I was sittin' in the back, then on some hits,
I did a dope as show, them n____s will always remember me...
came from India, Felizimo, was the call, yeah n____ I got Vasache on,
on mighty all them n____s want to f___ with me, yall know...
I always represent my people to the fullest,
yeah I'm that same m____fucka that took five, bullets...