Da Realest Killaz

50 Cent

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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 bandana!
    Tupac gets crosses on his back, you wanna get crosses on your
    back
    Nigga you ain't Tupac!
    THIS is Tupac!

    Tupac:
    They say more money and women are funny,
    but in this trajic endings I can make a million and still not
    get enough for spendin
    And since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hell-bound
    I'd rather be buried than be worried diffrent hailed down
    My game plans to be trained well
    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 die,
    Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listenin?
    Got my hands on my semi-shotgun everybodys [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 for all my people to be warlike
    Buy some shit to have you stupid bitches all tight

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    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 gon be
    Should've listened, I told you not to fuck wit me
    if you cant take the pressure that's what we gon 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 me

    Look in the mirror
    Ask yourself who are you, if you don't know who you are
    How can 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 his whole clique, you can't take the pressure, PUSSY!
    i warn you not to push me
    you see me an chills run up your 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 you [can't hear]
    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 song, to my brother ill roll its gone

    Chorus x2

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Calvin Broadus, Tupac Shakur, Curtis Jackson y Bruce Washington

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