Testo Tha realist killaz 2Pac

Tha realist killaz

f/ 50 Cent

{*GUNSHOT*

Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?

{*gun cocking* Let me know, holla

[2Pac - from the song "Smile"]

There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future

[50 Cent]

Yeah nigga!Ha ha

Let's go nigga, this is what it is

Tupac cut his head bald

Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (you PUSSY nigga!)

Tupac wear a bandana

You wan' wear a bandana

Tupac put a cross on his back

You wanna put crosses on yo' back

Nigga you ain't Tupac - THIS Tupac!

[Verse One: 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 hellbound

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 cemetary

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 have these stupid bitches 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 fuck 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 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 (NOWWWW) - I see it so clear

You can't take the pressure, you pussy

I warned you not to push me

You see me and chills run up your spine

God made men the same, boy, 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 PUSSY!)

[Chorus]

G-G-G-G-Unit!

[Chorus]

{*gunshot*