The Realist Killaz - featuring 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 pa*s, 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 [Incomprehensible] 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 f**k 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? Motherf**ker, 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 pus*y 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 a*s playing tennis I'm a nightmare, you see me in ya dream Wake up, and turn on ya TV, and see my a*s again You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on ya own f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k wit me, wit me Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see, gon' see