Lirik Lagu Da Realest Killaz - 50 Cent
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Tupac:There's gonna be some stuff you gonna see that's gonna make ithard 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 backNigga you ain't Tupac!
Tupac:Isn't It money and women a funny beginning to tragic endings?I could make a million and still not have enough for spendingAnd since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hell-boundI'd rather be buried than be worried, livin held-down
My game plans to be trained at military mindof a thug lord sittin in a cemetary cryinI've been lost since my adolescent callin from JesusBallin as a youngsta wonderin if he's see usYoung black male crack sales got me three strikesLivin in jail, this is hell enemies die,Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listenin?Got my hands on my semi-shotty, everyone's snitchinPlease God can you understand me, bless my familyGuide us all before we fall into insanityI'm makin a point for my beat bumping warlikeDrop some shit to have you stupid bitches jaws 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 beShould've listened, I told you not to fuck wit meif 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 youLord and behold you sold your soul, nigga there's nothin left of youLook in the mirrorAsk yourself who are you, if you don't know who you areHow can your dreams come true, muthafucka?I sit back and watchedYou pretended to be Pac, you pretended to be hotBut you're not NOW!You seas to a clique, you can't take the pressure, PUSSY!i warn you not to push me!you see me an chills run up your spineGod made menace in war, but your heart ain't like mineand plus, they look at me like I'm a menacei was playing with guns when ya mama had your punk ass playing tennisI'm a nightmare you see me in your dreamWake up and turn on the TV and see my ass againYou cowardly hearted you couldn't make it on your ownFuck the Source! Im on the cover of Rolling Stone!
Chorus x2
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 backNigga you ain't Tupac!
Tupac:Isn't It money and women a funny beginning to tragic endings?I could make a million and still not have enough for spendingAnd since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hell-boundI'd rather be buried than be worried, livin held-down
My game plans to be trained at military mindof a thug lord sittin in a cemetary cryinI've been lost since my adolescent callin from JesusBallin as a youngsta wonderin if he's see usYoung black male crack sales got me three strikesLivin in jail, this is hell enemies die,Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listenin?Got my hands on my semi-shotty, everyone's snitchinPlease God can you understand me, bless my familyGuide us all before we fall into insanityI'm makin a point for my beat bumping warlikeDrop some shit to have you stupid bitches jaws 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 beShould've listened, I told you not to fuck wit meif 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 youLord and behold you sold your soul, nigga there's nothin left of youLook in the mirrorAsk yourself who are you, if you don't know who you areHow can your dreams come true, muthafucka?I sit back and watchedYou pretended to be Pac, you pretended to be hotBut you're not NOW!You seas to a clique, you can't take the pressure, PUSSY!i warn you not to push me!you see me an chills run up your spineGod made menace in war, but your heart ain't like mineand plus, they look at me like I'm a menacei was playing with guns when ya mama had your punk ass playing tennisI'm a nightmare you see me in your dreamWake up and turn on the TV and see my ass againYou cowardly hearted you couldn't make it on your ownFuck the Source! Im on the cover of Rolling Stone!
Chorus x2
