2Pac — Untouchable Drunk Freestyle

[Intro] It’s 'Pac, Makaveli I'm in the studio drunk than a motherfucka Ready to freestyle this shit, and do it wild Live, for all my dogs Fo all my dogs out there raisin' hell Just to see a young nigga raise the bail Stepped out on the streets fresh from jail All the police wanna rag and tell Not knowin’ that I stacks my mail, uh All these niggas wanna see me fail, uh That’s just the intro As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh [Verse] After the fire comes the rain After pleasure there’s pain Even though we're broke for the moment We'll be ballin’ again Time to make your, my military be prepared for the bustas Similar to bitches that's scary, get too near me then rush 'em Visions of overpacked prisons Millions of niggas thug livin’ Precious, three strikes, hope they don’t tell us They pull a heater, ammunition in grace Shh, move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place They got me feenin’ for currency, the money be callin’ me It’s like I’m dreamin’, seeing scenes of me ballin’ Participated in this felonious behavior Got the cocked 4-5, snatchin’ niggas' pagers Labeled a mark, soon as we start, it was hard to quit Started out drinkin’ 40s, moved to harder shit Goddamn, now I’m a grown man I follow no man, nigga, got my own plan In my hand got the .45, I kick it live to survive Make these niggas die, while gettin’ high, though we cry When these thugs bomb, niggas’ll leave in their caskets That’s what you get for being playa hatin’ bastards Me and my clique so legit We keep a 50 on us, niggas know You can’t touch us When they get to come against us These niggas be defenseless, it’s senseless Knockin’ niggas back on the fences My whole clique be sick And though we rip whole crews Niggas knew we came through drinkin’ 22’s of brew And though we drink Hennessys We provide our enemies with mo’ shit The art of war so legit I read, my name out, Makaveli With the Thug Life tatted on the bottom of my belly Can these niggas understand this? My whole family is sick and so scandalous Let's me introduce my clique: Kastro, when he blasts y’all Niggas run and hide Napoleon will provide The game Let me explain why E.D.I Provide shit, for the needy and take from the greedy Kadafi, he 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 true Let 'em know we come through in a bucket or BMW We trouble you, the W for Westside Niggas die when they try to infiltrate my crew We never hide, we ride, and die, together And when you see my clique we always ride forever Me, my whole clique is sick, we smoke sinsimi' Can you convince the G, that they could come against me? You can see me on TV or live Niggas 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 Nigga knew it once I came armed, I Splashed on niggas Will I dash on niggas? Once I mash these figures, I'll be badder, nigga It’s me, Makaveli, aka "The Don of this whole clique" Niggas, you so sick That’s my freestyle drunken flow Just so you bitch ass niggas in the back row know Whether it’s New York or Texas, ride through in a Lexus Or BMW, I trouble you, throwin’ up forever this big ol’ W Huhhuhhuhhuhu My double R proves I’m a big rap star Rockin’ the grooves, niggas where ya at, where ya are Is the back, in the front, when ya bump this shit I keep a gat inside my trunk legit Always, though I’m on probation, 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 nah, nigga, bite my nails I keep a manicure, though you panic You’re still gon' die, when Pac get high Smokin’ indo, I roll my window down A smooth criminal, and though I pack this pound 3-5-7 or 4-5 Will I hide? Will I die? Will I ride? Niggas never know why My whole crew, a family clique Are we sick? Are we live? Though we struggle to survive In this motherfuckin’ ‘95 turn to ‘96, ’96 turn to ‘97 I keep a 3-5-7, MAC-11 Back home I got a M-R What did I say, a Mini-14? Haha, my double R Ride with my clue, ride with my crew You don’t have a clue, nigga, when we’re comin’ for you We hit the House of Blues, actin,’ like fools, my nigga Fatal Put a gun inside his club, I keep this fucker prenatal Had a banger inside his chest, nah nah Banger inside his belly, nah nah nah It was Makaveli that told him to bring that gat outside his belly I say, "Yo, Fatal, what are you crazy?" Niggas pissin’ outside in the front Niggas sayin' "Goddamn, them niggas is funny as hell" What you want? You want some funk? Hell nah, them niggas don’t want no beef That’s why we left that motherfucker in a Rolls, a Limo, I mean With bitches inside too Me? I was chillin’ in the back, drinking on some Hennessy I just did a dope ass show, them niggas will always remember me Came from Italy, bellisimo, was the call Yeah, nigga, I got Versace, Armani All them niggas wanna fuck with me, y’all know I always represent my people to the fullest Yeah, I'm that same motherfucker took five bullets Count em, came out, rappin’ and stealin’ And makin’ five motherfuckin' records got sold, millions millions Haha, platinum, I made five platinum shits, know what I’m sayin’ Niggas, can’t fuck with me, 2Pacalypse, not known for playin', huh I took shots, and gave shots, fuck the cops Will I stop, until my shit, reach the top? Hmm Niggas out there wanna do me Whether it's Mobb Deep, Bad Boy or The Fugees, hahahahaha Y’all niggas’ll never stop me, never drop me, never make me fall Me, 2Pacalypse, all I know how to do is BALL BALL BALL! My crew, survive reincarnation after I’m dead They'll rock and roll and bring the funk to the whole nation And you know Each one of these niggas have a gun wit' my name on it, you know I spit the game so clear it's plain on it, you know, huh When I’m dead, my niggas’ll ride for me, kill everybody They each got a city to pick to make it our party