The Realist Killaz

Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) Is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready? Let me know, holla There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future Yeah nigga! Ha ha Let's go nigga, this is what it is 2Pac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You p***y nigga!) 2Pac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana 2Pac put a cross on his back You wanna put crosses on yo' back Nigga you ain't 2Pac, this 2Pac! Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings I can make a million and still not get enough of spending And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell bound Rather be buried than be worried, livin' held down My game plan to be trained and, military Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin' in the cemetery Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus Ballin' as a youngster, wonderin' if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Livin' in jail, this is hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin? Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin' Please God can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin' warlike Drop some shit, to any stupid bitches don't fight 'Til Makaveli returns, it's All Eyez On Me (What do we have here now?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (Ohh) You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck with me (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see Now since you're cryin' for mercy I promise My success'll be the death of you Lo and behold you sold your soul Nigga there's nuttin' left of you Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true? Motherfucker, I sat back and watched You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot But you're not (Now) I see it so clear You can't take the pressure, you p***y I warned you not to push me You see me and chills run up your spine Hardly even in the same war, but your heart ain't like mine Press, they look at me like I'm a menace I was playin' with guns While your momma had your punk ass playin' tennis I'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own Fuck The Source, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone (You p***y!) 'Til Makaveli returns, it's All Eyez On Me (What do we have here now?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (Ohh) You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck with me (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see G-G-G-G-Unit! 'Til Makaveli returns, it's All Eyez On Me (What do we have here now?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (Ohh) You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck with me (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see --- The Realist Killaz - 2Pac and 50 Cent