The Realist Killaz (feat. 50 Cent)

Yo Redd Spyder

Is that 50 Cent Pac joint ready?

Let me know, holla

There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future

Yeah ****, haha

Let's go ****, this is what it is

2Pac cut his head bald

Then you wanna cut yo head bald

2Pac wear a bandana

You wanna wear a bandana

2Pac put a cross on his back

You wanna put crosses on you back

**** you ain't 2Pac, this 2Pac

Is it money or women to funny

Beginnings, tragic endings

I can make a a million and still not get enough of spending

And since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell bound

Rather be buried than worried, livin' held down

My game plan to be trained and military

Mind of a thug lord sitting in the cemetery

Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus

Balling as a youngster, wondering if he seen us

You black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Wonder when we all pass is anybody listening?

Got my hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitching

Please God can you understand me, bless my family

Guide us all before we fall into insanity

I make it a point to make my peep bumping warlike

Drop some shit to any stupid bitches don't fight

Til Makeveli returns it's all eyes on me

(What do we have here now?)

And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon be

You shoulda listened I told you not to fuck with me

(What do we have here now?)

Now can you take the pressure that's what we gon see

Now since you're crying for mercy I promise

My success'll be the death of you

Lo and behold you sold your 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 your dreams come true?

Mother fucker, I sat back and watched

You pretended to be Pac, you pretended to be hot

But you're not, 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 your spine

Hardly even in the same war, but your heart ain't like mine

Press, they look at me like I'm a menace

I was playing with guns

While your mama had your punk ass playing tennis

I'm a nightmare you see me when you dream

Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again

You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Fuck The Source, I'm on the cover of Rolling Stone

(You pussy)

Til Makeveli returns it's all eyes on me

(What do we have here now?)

And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon be

You shoulda listened I told you not to fuck with me

(What do we have here now?)

Now can you take the pressure that's what we gon see

Til Makeveli returns it's all eyes on me

(What do we have here now?)

And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon be

You shoulda listened I told you not to fuck with me

(What do we have here now?)

Now can you take the pressure that's what we gon see