The Realist Killaz

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

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

Yeah nigga ha ha

Lets go nigga, dis is what it is

Tupac cut his head bald, then you want to cut yo head bald

Tupac wear a bandana, you wanna wear a bandana

Tupac put a cross on his back, you wanna put crosses on yo back

Nigga, you ain't Tupac

This is Tupac

Money and women, funny beginnings, tragic endings

I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'

And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm Hell bound

Rather be buried that be worried, livin' held down

My game plan to be trained in

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

I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus

Bawlin' as a youngster, wonderin' if He sees us

Young Black males

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 shotty, everybody's snitchin'

Please, God can you understand me? Bless my family

Guide us all before we fall into insanity

I'm makin' a point to make my beatin' bumpin' raw life

Drop some shit these stupid bitches jaw tight

Till Makaveli returns, it's all eyes on me, on me

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

Shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck wit me, wit me

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

This is a cry for mercy, I promise

My success would be the death of you

Lo and behold, you sold ya soul, nigga 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 ya dreams come true?

Motherfucker, I sat back and watched, you pretended to be Pac

You pretended to be hot, but you not now

I see it so clear, you cant take the pressure, you pussy

I warned you not to push me

You see me, and chills run up ya spine

God made menace in war, but ya heart ain't like mine

And plus, they look at me like I'm a menace

I was playing wit guns, while ya momma had you

And your punk ass playing tennis

I'm a nightmare, you see me in ya dream

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

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

Fuck the source, I'm on the cover of Rolling Stone

Till Makaveli returns, it's all eyes on me, on me

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

Shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck wit me, wit me

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

Till Makaveli returns, it's all eyes on me, on me

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

Shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck wit me, wit me

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