Текст песни The Realist Killaz - Tupac , 50 Cent
It's
gon'
be
some
stuff
you
gon'
see
That's
gon'
make
it
hard
to
smile
in
the
future
Yeah
nigga
ha
ha
Lets
go
nigga,
dis
is
what
it
is
Tupac
cut
his
head
bald,
then
you
want
to
cut
yo
head
bald
Tupac
wear
a
bandana,
you
wanna
wear
a
bandana
Tupac
put
a
cross
on
his
back,
you
wanna
put
crosses
on
yo
back
Nigga,
you
ain't
Tupac
This
is
Tupac
Money
and
women,
funny
beginnings,
tragic
endings
I
can
make
a
million
and
still
not
get
enough
of
spendin'
And
since
my
life
is
based
on
sinnin',
I'm
Hell
bound
Rather
be
buried
that
be
worried,
livin'
held
down
My
game
plan
to
be
trained
in
Military
mind
of
a
thug
lord
sittin'
in
a
cemetery
cryin'
I've
been
lost
since
my
adolescence
calling
for
Jesus
Bawlin'
as
a
youngster,
wonderin'
if
He
sees
us
Young
Black
males
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
snitchin'
Please,
God
can
you
understand
me?
Bless
my
family
Guide
us
all
before
we
fall
into
insanity
I'm
makin'
a
point
to
make
my
beatin'
bumpin'
raw
life
Drop
some
shit
these
stupid
bitches
jaw
tight
Till
Makaveli
returns,
it's
all
eyes
on
me,
on
me
And
you
can
hate
it
or
love
it,
but
thats
what
it's
gon'
be,
gon'
be
Shoulda
listened,
I
told
you
not
to
fuck
wit
me,
wit
me
Now
can
you
take
the
pressure,
that's
what
we
gon'
see,
gon'
see
This
is
a
cry
for
mercy,
I
promise
My
success
would
be
the
death
of
you
Lo
and
behold,
you
sold
ya
soul,
nigga
there's
nothing
left
of
you
Look
in
the
mirror,
ask
yourself,
who
are
you
If
you
don't
know
who
you
are,
how
could
ya
dreams
come
true?
Motherfucker,
I
sat
back
and
watched,
you
pretended
to
be
Pac
You
pretended
to
be
hot,
but
you
not
now
I
see
it
so
clear,
you
cant
take
the
pressure,
you
pussy
I
warned
you
not
to
push
me
You
see
me,
and
chills
run
up
ya
spine
God
made
menace
in
war,
but
ya
heart
ain't
like
mine
And
plus,
they
look
at
me
like
I'm
a
menace
I
was
playing
wit
guns,
while
ya
momma
had
you
And
your
punk
ass
playing
tennis
I'm
a
nightmare,
you
see
me
in
ya
dream
Wake
up,
and
turn
on
ya
TV,
and
see
my
ass
again
You
cowardly
hearted,
you
couldn't
make
it
on
ya
own
Fuck
the
source,
I'm
on
the
cover
of
Rolling
Stone
Till
Makaveli
returns,
it's
all
eyes
on
me,
on
me
And
you
can
hate
it
or
love
it,
but
that's
what
it's
gon'
be,
gon'
be
Shoulda
listened,
I
told
you
not
to
fuck
wit
me,
wit
me
Now
can
you
take
the
pressure,
that's
what
we
gon'
see,
gon'
see
Till
Makaveli
returns,
it's
all
eyes
on
me,
on
me
And
you
can
hate
it
or
love
it,
but
that's
what
it's
gon'
be,
gon'
be
Shoulda
listened,
I
told
you
not
to
fuck
wit
me,
wit
me
Now
can
you
take
the
pressure,
that's
what
we
gon'
see,
gon'
see
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