2 Pac - The Realist Killaz (feat. 50 Cent) Lyrics
[GUNSHOT]Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?[gun *****ing] Let me know, holla[2Pac - from the song Smile]There's gon' be some stuff you gon' seeThat's gon' make it hard to smile in the future[50 Cent]Yeah nigga! Ha haLet's go nigga, this is what it isTupac cut his head baldThen you wanna cut yo' head bald (you ***** nigga!)Tupac wear a bandanaYou wan' wear a bandanaTupac put a cross on his backYou wanna put crosses on yo' backNigga you ain't Tupac - THIS Tupac![Verse One: 2Pac]They see money or women or funny beginnings, tragic endingsI can make a million and still not get enough for spendinAnd since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellboundRather be buried than be worried, livin held downMy game plan to be trained and, militaryMind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetaryCaught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to JesusBallin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees usYoung black male, crack sales got me three strikesLivin in jail, this is hell, enemies dieWonder when we all pass is anybody listenin?Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's *****inPlease God can you understand me, bless my familyGuide us all, before we fall into insanityI make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlikeDrop some shit, to have these stupid *****es jaws tight.[Chorus: 50 Cent + (2Pac)]'Til Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+(What do we have here NOWWW?)And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be{oooooooooohhhh}You shoulda listened, I told you not to ***** with me(What do we have here NOWWW?)Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see[click clack, GUNSHOT][Verse Two: 50 Cent]Now since you're cryin for mercy I promiseMy success'll be the death of youLo and behold you sold your soulNigga there's nuttin left of youLook in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true?Mother*****er, I sat back and watchedYou pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hotBut you're not (NOWWWW) - I see it so clearYou can't take the pressure, you *****I warned you not to push meYou see me and chills run up your spineHardly even in the same war, but your heart ain't like minePress, they look at me like I'm a menaceI was playin with gunswhile your momma had your punk ass playin tennisI'm a nightmare, you see me when you dreamWake up, turn on your TV and see my ass againYou cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own***** THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone(YOU *****!)[Chorus]G-G-G-G-Unit![Chorus][gunshot]
