| There’s gon’be some stuff you gon’see
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| That’s gon’make it hard to smile in the future
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| Yeah nigga! |
| Ha ha Let’s go nigga, this is what it is Tupac cut his head bald
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| Then you wanna cut yo’head bald (you PUSSY nigga!)
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| Tupac wear a bandana
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| You wan’wear a bandana
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| Tupac put a cross on his back
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| You wanna put crosses on yo’back
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| Nigga you ain’t Tupac — THIS Tupac!
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| Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
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| I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending
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| And since my life is based on sinnin, I’m hellbound
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| Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down
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| My game plan to be trained and, military
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| Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary
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| Caught, I’ve been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus
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| Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
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| Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die
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| Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin?
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| Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody’s bitchin
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| Please God can you understand me, bless my family
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| Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
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| I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike
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| Drop some shit, to any stupid bitches don’t fight
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| 'Til Makaveli returns, it’s +All Eyez On Me+
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| (What do we have here NOWWW?)
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| And you can hate it or love it, but that’s what it’s gon’be
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| You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck with me
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| (What do we have here NOWWW?)
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| Now can you take the pressure, that’s what we gon’see
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| Now since you’re cryin for mercy I promise
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| My success’ll be the death of you
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| Lo and behold you sold your soul
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| Nigga there’s nuttin left of you
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| Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?
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| If you don’t know who you are, how could your dreams come true?
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| Motherfucker, I sat back and watched
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| You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot
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| But you’re not (NOWWWW) — I see it so clear
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| You can’t take the pressure, you pussy
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| I warned you not to push me You see me and chills run up your spine
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| Hardly even in the same war, but your heart ain’t like mine
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| Press, they look at me like I’m a menace
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| I was playin with guns
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| while your momma had your punk ass playin tennis
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| I’m a nightmare, you see me when you dream
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| Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again
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| You cowardly hearted, you couldn’t make it on your own
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| Fuck THE SOURCE, I’m on cover of Rolling Stone
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| (YOU PUSSY!) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Realist Killaz, artist - 2Pac. Album song Resurrection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп