The Realist Killaz

[Intro: Man talking]

Yo, Red Spyda (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?

{Gun cocking} Let me know, holla {Gunshot}

[2Pac sample]

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

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

[Intro: 50 Cent]

Yeah nigga! Haha

Let's go nigga, this is what it is

2Pac cut his head bald

Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You pussy nigga!)

2Pac wear a bandanna

You wan' wear a bandanna

(What do we have here now?)

2Pac put a cross on his back

You wanna put crosses on yo' back

Nigga you ain't 2Pac

This 2Pac!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings

I can make 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 be worried, living held down

My game plan to be trained

Military mind of a thug lord, sittin' in the cemetery cryin'

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

Balling as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us

Young 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 pissin'

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 beat bumpin' warlike

Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight

[Chorus: 50 Cent & 2Pac]

'Till Makaveli 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 should've 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

[Gun cocking, gunshot]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Now since you're crying for mercy I promise

My success'll be the death of you

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?

Motherfucker, 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

God made men the same boy, but your heart ain't like mine

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

I was playing with guns

While your momma 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 cover of Rolling Stone

Hahahaha

(You pussy!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & 2Pac]

'Till Makaveli 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 should've 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

'Till Makaveli returns, it's "All Eyez 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 should've 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

[Gun cocking, gunshot]