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2 Pac - The Realest Killas ft. 50 Cent Lyrics

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Tupac:
There's gonna be some stuff you gonna see that's gonna make it
hard to smile in the future.

50:
Yeah, nigga! Haha!
Let's go, nigga!
This is what it is:
Tupac cut his hair bald, and you wanna cut your hair bald!
Tupac wears a bandana, you wanna wear a bandanna!
Tupac puts crosses on his back, you wanna put crosses on your back
Nigga you ain't Tupac!
THIS is Tupac!

Tupac:
Money and women upfrontin beginnins
So I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin
And since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hell-bound
I'd rather be buried than be worried livin downtown
My game plan took a dream and
Military mind of a thug lord sittin in a cemetary car
I've been lost since my adolescent callin from Jesus
Ballin as a gangsta wonderin if you see this
Young black male crack sales got me three strikes
Livin in jail, this is hell enemies now
Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listenin?
Got my hands on my semi-shotgun [can't hear]
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I'm makin a point to all my people to be warlike
Buy some shit to have you stupid bitches all tight

Chorus (50):
Til Makaveli returns it's all eyes on me.
And you can hate it or love it but that's what it's gonna be
Should've listened, I told you not to fuck wit me
If you can take the pressure that's what you gonna see

50:
This is a cry for mercy I promise
My success will be the death of me
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, muthafucka?
I sit back and watch
You pretended to be Pac, you pretended to be hot
But you're not NOW!
You see it's all clear
You can't take the pressure, pussy
I want you not to push me
You see the chills run up his spine
God made me in the same whore, but your heart ain't like mine
Impressed, they look at me like I'm a menace
I was playin wit guns while your momma had your punk ass playin tennis
I'm a nightmare you see me in your dream
Wake up and turn on the TV and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted you couldn't make it on your own
Fuck the Source I'ma come on Rolling Stone
Chorus x2

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