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50 Cent( Curtis James Jackson III )
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Realest Killaz Featuring 2 Pac
Yo, Red Spider Is that 50 Cent and Pac ready? Lemme know, holla
It's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future Yea, nigga ha, ha let's 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 banadana? (What do we have here now?) Tupac put a cross on his back, you wanna put crosses on yo back Nigga, you ain't Tupac
Is it money and women, funny beginning's tragic ending's 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
Yo, that shit is crazy Whoo Kid Bring that muthafuckin' beat back man It's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future
Yea nigga ha, ha, let's 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 banadana (What do we have here now?) Tupac put a cross on his back, you wanna put crosses on yo back Nigga, you ain't Tupac
Is it money and women, funny beginning's tragic ending's 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 Ballin' as a youngster wondering 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 listnin'? 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? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm makin' a point to make my beatin' bumpin' raw life Drop some shit to make these stupid bitches jaw tight
Till Makaveli return it's all eyes on me, on me (What do we have here now?) 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 (What do we have here now?) 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 Low and behold, you sold ya soul, 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? Muthafucka, I sat backed and watched ya, you pretended to be Pac You pretended to be hot, but you not, now (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 ya spine God made menace in war, but ya heart ain't like mine And plus, they look at me like I'ma menace I was playing wit guns, while ya momma had you And yo friends playing tennis
I'ma 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 souse I'm on the cover of the Rolling Stone
Till Makaveli return it's all eyes on me on me (What do we have here now?) 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 (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see gon' see
Till Makaveli return it's all eyes on me on me (What do we have here now?) 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 (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see gon' see?
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