Don Killuminati-7 Day Theory (aka Makaveli)

21 gun salute
One love
One thug
One nation

21 gun salute
Dressed in fatigues
Black jeans and boots
Disappear in the crowd
All you seen was troops
This little nigga named nas
Think he live like me
Talk about how he left the hospital
Took five like me
You living fanatasies nigga
I reject your deposit
We shook dre punk ass
Now we out of tha closet
Mobb deep wonder why a nigga blowed em out
Next time grown folks talkin'
Nigga close your mouth
Peep me
I take this war shit deeply
done seen too many real niggaz fall
To let you bitch niggas beat me
Puffy, lets be honest
You a punk
Or you would see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said in vibe
About me being a thug
You can tell tha niggaz you roll with
Whatever you want
But, you and i know
Whats going on
Pay back
I knew you bitch niggas from way back
Witness me strapped with macs
Knew i wouldn't play that
All you old rappers trying to advance
Its all over now
Take it like a man
Niggas looking like
Larry holms flabby and sick
(lookat de la soul!)
Trying to playa hate on my shit
Big, eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Love it how i got you niggas crazy'

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Only my true mutha-fuckas know
This be the realist shit i ever wrote
Against all odds
Up In the studio
Getting blowed
to tha truest shit i ever spoke
21 gun salute


I heard he was light skined, stocky
With a haitian accent
(say his name, now)
Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing
(whats his name)
Listen while i take you back
(nigga, say his name!)
And lace this rap
A real live tale
About a snitch named hatian jack
Knew he was working for the feds
(i knew it!)
Same crime different trail
Niggas picture what he said
(snitch)
And did i mention
Promised a payback
Till he hits me
In due time
I knew you bitch niggas was listening
The world is mine
Set me up
Wet me up
Niggas stuck me up
(i'm back, i'm baaack)
Heard the guns bust
But you tricks never shut me up
Touch one of mine
On everything i own
I'll destroy everything you touch
Play the game nigga
All out warfare
Eye for an eye
Last words to a bitch niggaz
Why you lie?
Now you gotta watch your back nigga
Watch your front
Here we come gunshots to deck
Now you stuck
Fuck the rap game nigga
Nigga this m.o.b
So believe me
We enemies
I go against all odds
(trick made niggas, ain't no peers)


Puffy getting robbed like a bitch.
To hide that fact,
He did some shit he shouldn't of did.
(you know what)
So he ride for that
And that nigga that was with me,
Resting dead,
Switching sides,
Guess his new friends wanted him dead.
Probably be murdered for this shit that i said
I bring the real nigga.
Be a legend breathing or dead.
Lord, listen to me.
God don't like ugly,
It was written.
Yo nas, your whole damn style is bitten.
(you sound like rakim, man)
You heard my melody,
Read about my life in the papers.
All my run ins with authorities(trick!),
Felonious capers (punk!)
Now you want to live my life.
So what's a hassa, nas.
Niggas that don't rhyme right,
Seen too many movies.
Load him up against the wall,
Close his eyes.
Since you lie, you die. goodbye!
Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me.
What would you do if you was me.
Against all odds


21 gun salute
One love to my true thug niggas
(outlaw, outlaw!)
21 gun salute to my niggas that died in the line of duty
Represent to the fullest,
Being souljas with military minds that played the rules of the game.
21 gun salute
I salute you my niggas.
Stay strong - i ride for you, i rhyme for you,
I roll for you, it's all for you.
To all you bitch made niggas - i'm comin for you
Against all odds.
I don't care who the fuck you is, nigga.
You touch me, i'm at you.
I know you motha fuckas didn't think i forgot.
Hell nah i ain't forgot nigga, i just remembered what you told me.
Said don't go to war unless my money right.
Aight, i got my money right, now i want war.

Roll me a cigarette dog!
They got me feelin crazier than a motha fucka.
I got bad ass in this motha fucka.

Puffin on life.
Hopin that it gets me high.
(makaveli the don, representin the outlaws.)
They got a nigga goin crazy.
(bad ass representin the lbc)
(what cha wanna do. you know how we do.

Time goes by.
Puffin on life.
Hopin that it gets me high.
They got a nigga goin crazy.

Feelin crazy.
(tell em bout it.)

Last year was hard.
But life goes on.
Hold my head against the wall.
Learn the right from wrong.
They say my ghetto intrumental,
Dextrimental to kids.
As if they can't see the misery in which they live.
Lately, for the outcome, damn i'm reckless.
Check it. you don't have to bump this but please respect it.
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us.
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin blinded.
Hennessy got me feelin bad. time to stop drinkin.
Rollin in my drop top jag.
What's that cops thinkin?
Sittin in my car watch the stars and smoke.
I came along way but still i got so far to go.
Dear mama, don't worry. i'm a watch for snakes.
They'll set you that a lover. but it's hard today.
I got the letter that she sent me and i cryed for weeks.
This one came out when i tryed to speak.
All i heard was:

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1,2,3,4.
I see blodds and crips runnin up the hill.
Lookin for a better way.
My brothas and sistas it's time to bail
Cuz even thug niggas pray.
Hopin god hear me.
I entered the game. look how much i change.
I'm no longer innocent. casualties of fame.
Made alot of money, seen alot of places.
And i swear i seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
When i gave her the keys to her own house.
This your land. your only son done became a man.
Watchin time fly. i love my people do or die.
But i wonder why we scared to let each other fly.
June 1-6 7-1
The day mama pushed me out her womb, told me "nigga get paid."
No one can understand me. the black sheep. outcasted from my family.
Now packin heat. i run the streets. a young runnaway.
Live for the day when ya die i could hear ya say.

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God help me out here, cuz i'm posessed.
I need the root of all evil for my stress.
Cuz now it's like a stong prescription drug.
It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it's inflicted.
Something about the paper wit the pictures of the presidents head.
Damn it's like a motha fuckin plague. it spreads.
It's epidemic. forgotten, forgotten it got worse.
I keep my head on straight, makin money cuz it's cursed.
Makin money makes a difference day by day
So i gotta stay paid, no doubt. day in and day out.
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to live.
No matter how hard you try, it's in death.
You gotta die.
Bottom line: peers didn't make it to the years to come.
Dear life doin right or dear life leavin dumb.
Who has the answers? i wonder. i turn to my elders,
They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya.
Or tell me there'll be light at the end of the road
Cuz they don't even know.
A million thangs run through my mind.
You ain't gotta be in jail or be doin time.

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Feelin fucked up in this bitch.
Smoke half a ounce to the head.
Drop the top. indo. hawaiin. lansbread. buddha. all that shit.
I'm fucked up in this motha fucka.
And hennessy don't help. and hennessy don't help.
Thug passion in this motha fucka.
Makaveli the don puttin it down to the fullest.
Maximum overload. 3 day theory.
Killuminati to your body with the impact of a 12 gauge shoty.
Doublized slugs. no love. straight thugs.
One time for my niggas in the jail cell.
(one time for my niggas locked up.)
One time for my niggas doin life in hell.
One time for my niggas on death row.
(for my niggas on death row. weat side. california syle. l.a.)
One time for my niggas livin broke.
(you know what time it is. no doubt. get high. puffin on life.
Wonder if it get me high. yeah. crazy.)

god has a plan and the bible unfolds this wonderful plan through the
Message of prophecy. god sent jesus into this world to be our savior
And that christ is returning someday soon to unfold the wonderful plan
Of eternity for my life and your life. as long as we are cooperating
With god by accepting jesus christ as our personal lord and savior
Unless the lord does return in the next seven days, we'll see you next
Time, here on this week in bible prophecy.

Makaveli:
Tupac don't front that blasphemy in here.(makaveli) remember what my
Poppa told me, remember what my poppa told me.
Verse 1
My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and killas, strugglin',
Known to hustle screamin' fuck they villans. got advice from my father
All he told me was this, nigga get off your ass if you plan to be rich.
There's 10 rules to the game and i'll share with you 2. no nigga's
Gonna hate you for whatever you do. now rule 1, get your cash on mob,
That's money over bitches cause they breath envy. now rule 2 it's a
Hard one, watch for phonies, keep your enemies close nigga watch your
Homies. it seemed a little unimportant, when he told me i smiled,
Picture jewels being handed to an innocent child. i never knew in my
Life time i'd live be these rules, inniated as an outlaw studying rules.
Now papa ain't around so i gotta recall or come to grips with being
Written on my enemies walls. promise if i have a seed, i'm gonna guide him
Right, dear lord don't let me die tonight. i got words for my comrades,
Listen and learn, ain't nothing free take back what you earned. gettin'
High than a muthafucka, bless me please, this thug life be the death of
Me, come on, and i remember what my papa told me, remember what my papa
Told me. blasphemy!

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Verse 2
We probably in hell all ready our dumbass's not knowin', everybody
Kissin' ass to go to heaven ain't goin'. put my soul on it, fightin'
Devil nigga's daily, plus the media be crucifin' brotha's severely.
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga momma's a virgin. we got addicted had
To leave the bird's, back in the ghetto. doin' wild shit, lookin' at
The sun don't pay, criminal mind all the time wait for judgement day.
They say that moses split the red sea, i split the blunt & rolled a fat one
I'm deadly. babylon beware, comin' for the pharoah schemes.
Retaliation makin' legends off the shit we did, still bull shitin',
Nigga's in jerusalem waitin' for signs, god comin', shit, just take his
Time. ha, ha. livin' bottom now, why the water flow? i'm
Contemplatin' plots, wonderin' the thought to go. brotha's gettin' shot
Comin' back ressurected, is this that raw shit, nigga chech it, and i
Remember what my poppa told me, remember what my poppa told me.
Blasphemy!

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Verse 3
The preacher want me buried, why? i know he a liar, have you ever seen
A crackhead? that's eternal fire. why you got these kids thinkin' that
They evil? while the preacher being freaky you say honor god's people.
Should we cry when the pope die? my request, we should cry if they cried
When we buried malcom x. mama tell me am i wrong, is god just another
Cop waitin' to beat my ass if i don't go pop. memories of a past time,
Givin up cash to the leader's knowin' damn well they ain't gonna feed
Us. in my brain how can i explain ?? it's hard enough to live now in
These times of grief. they say jesus is a kind man. well he should
Understand times in this crime land. my thug nation. do what you gotta
Do but know you gotta change, try to find a way out the game. i leave
This and hope god can see my heart as pure, is heaven just another door?
I leave this here, i leave this here and hope god can see my heart as
Pure, is heaven just another door?

My homeboys in clinton and rikers island
Mumia, mutulu, sendeko, gerino pratt,
All the political prisoners
San quiton

Yeah
One thug, one thug


How do we keep the music playing


One thug, one thug


I wake up early in the morning
My state so military
Suckas fantasize, pictures of a
Young brother buried
Was it me, the weed, or this life i lead
If daytime is for suckas then
Tonight we bleed
Out for all that
Knowing that this world brings drawbacks
Look how this shit bumps
Once i deliver these war raps
Meet me at the cemetary
Dressed in black
Tonight we
Follow the dead
And those who won't be back
So if i die
To the same for me
Shed no tears
An outlaw, thug living in this game,
For years
Why worry,
Hope to god
Get me high
When i'm buried
Knowing deep inside
Only if yah love me
Come rush me to the gates of heaven
Let me picture for a while
How i live for my days, as a child
I wonder now
How do we outlast, always get cash
Stay strong if we all mash
Hold your head


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How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living fast, too fast


These felonies be like prophecies
Begging me to stop
Cuz these lawyers getting money
Everytime they knock us
Slashing pockets lyrically
Suckas fleed when they notice
Switched my name to makaveli
Had the rap game closed
Expose foes, with my hocus pocus flows
They froze
Now suckas idealize my choosen blows
More money mean litigating
More playa hating
Got a cell at the penn for me waiting
Is this my fate
Miss me with that mistermeaner thinking
Me fall back
Never that
Too much tequilla drinking
We all that
Make them understand me
Hey i'll stay all night out with my posse
Everyone roll with me is family
Cuz everybodies got me
Watch me paint a perfect vision
This life we living
Got us all meeting up in prison
Last week i got a letter from my road dog
Written in blood
Saying, "please show a young playa love"
Hold your head
Hold it


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How do we keep the music playing
How do we get ahead
To many young black brothers are dying
Living fast, too fast


God bless the child that can hold is own
Indeed
Enemies bleed when i hold my chrome
Let these words be to last
To my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation
In this world of greed
Currency means nothing if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy
Take the game from me
I hope for better days
Trouble comes naturally
Running from the police
Till they capture me
And my aim is to spread more smiles than tears
Utilalize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe mama had it all right
Rest your head
Straight converstion all night
Bless the dead
To the homies that i usta have
That no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul
Watching time pass
Through the glass of my drop top
Hold your head


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In the life we live as thugs,
Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man.
Ridin wit my gun in hand.

Why explain the game? niggas ain't listenin.
Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat,
Then stay the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas plenty space.
Have these bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? guns found daily.
The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks burst whenever i rap.
Attack. words bein known to explode on contact.
Extreme at times. blinded by my passion and fury.
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry.
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. truely effective.
The shit you heard ain't do me justice. got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam.
It seems niggas ain't recognize my team.
Ain't nobody holdin you back. explode the track to confetti.
Unload it. cuz niggas ain't ready. the life of an outlaw.

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Code 3. attack formation. pull out your pistols.
Keep an eye out for the devils cuz they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this madman screamin kamikaze in tongue.
Automatic gunfire makin all my enemies run.
Who should i call when i'm shot and bleedin.
Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream.
Dope got me hatin fiends. scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.
My foes victim of explosives. come closer. exhale the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. a slave for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash.
Don't look now. how you like it, raw.
Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. never surrender.
Death is for a son to stay free. i'm thugged out.
Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me.
Scarred but still breathin.
Believe in me and you could see the victory.
A warrior with jewels. can you picture me?
Life of and outlaw.

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City under siege. it's like i can't even breathe.
I'm from the state of car theives. g, deep from the street.
Plenty beef. i play for keeps, arrange the whole crime scene.
Mobb deep. this nigga from behind tryin to creep.
No halfs wit no straps, jack.
It's on to bounce back.
And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ???
Get this grip wit hollows to get cha.
Snip wit clippers. get the picture?
I wrote my life down like a scripture.

And i'm still on lost in the land of the lonely.
Where ain't nobody holy. a matter of a fact, we unholy.
Everybody livin soley for themselves. too ?? on a land hell.
Somebody need me. you know we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the evil it's forever. but it might be low down, scandalouz
Like a tramp is. all for the street fame on how to be managed.
To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted.
Approved to go on swole and now i got it.

Un uh, crack my window. knowin they'd love to catch kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand like we freakin.
Creepin deep into morning. peepin out the weak.
While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self.
No doubt. outlaw. outta my mind, outta time. you're all blind.
Some kind of life of mine kato don't mind.
Findin it funny, matter of fact, cuz it is.
Perhaps finally i look at that true over the years as an outlaw.

Eh, napoleon.
What's up nigga.
Would you die for me, nigga?
Hell yeah.
Would you kill for me?
On my grandmother, nigga.
Ah yo.
What's up.
Let's ride on them stupid bitches right now.
Watch out.

Well now they all say they roaches and parasites.
Snakes and all they might
Thug life break night.
Drink till we fist fight.
Life or death. but you can't win with a vest.
But there won't be no breathing for the reason
Punk bitch on your breath.
I see day is dark and i admit it's dark.
So chase ??????
Beware foolin marks.
And yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly.
And let me bust back to them niggas till they all sweaty.

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