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Da Realest Killaz
- wykonawca: 50 Cent
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
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
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
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