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2Pac » The Realest Killas
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	(2Pac:) There's gonna be some stuff you gonna see that's gonna make it Hard to smile in the future. (50 Cent:) 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! (2Pac:) 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 Cent) 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 Cent:) 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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