Lyrics The Realist Killaz - 2Pac , 50 Cent
Yo,
Red
Spyda
(ooh-wee)
is
that
50
Cent/Pac
joint
ready?
{Gun
cocking}
Let
me
know,
holla
{Gunshot}
There's
gon'
be
some
stuff
you
gon'
see
That's
gon'
make
it
hard
to
smile
in
the
future
Yeah
nigga!
Haha
Let's
go
nigga,
this
is
what
it
is
2Pac
cut
his
head
bald
Then
you
wanna
cut
yo'
head
bald
(You
pussy
nigga!)
2Pac
wear
a
bandanna
You
wan'
wear
a
bandanna
(What
do
we
have
here
now?)
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
sinning,
I'm
hell-bound
Rather
be
buried
than
be
worried,
living
held
down
My
game
plan
to
be
trained
Military
mind
of
a
thug
lord,
sittin'
in
the
cemetery
cryin'
I've
been
lost
since
my
adolescence,
calling
to
Jesus
Balling
as
a
youngster,
Wondering
if
he
sees
us
Young
black
male,
crack
sales
got
me
three
strikes
Living
in
jail,
this
is
hell,
enemies
die
Wonder
when
we
all
pass
is
anybody
listening?
Got
my,
hands
on
my
semi-shotty,
everybody's
listenin'
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
'Till
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
You
should've
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
crying
for
mercy
I
promise
My
success'll
be
the
death
of
you
Lo
and
behold
you
sold
your
soul
Nigga
there's
nothin'
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
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
playing
with
guns
While
your
momma
had
your
punk-ass
playing
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
Hahahaha
(You
pussy!)
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