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Yo Redd Spyder, is 50 Cent Pac joint ready?
Let me know,
There's gon' be stuff you gon' see
gon' make it hard to smile in the future

Yeah nigga, ha ha go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his bald, then you wanna cut yo' head bald
(You nigga)
Tupac wear a bandanna you wear a bandanna
Tupac put a cross on his back you put crosses on yo' back
Nigga you Tupac, this Tupac

Is it, or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and still not get enough of
And my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell bound
Rather be buried be worried, livin held down

My game to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, in the cemetery
Caught, I've been lost my adolescence, callin to Jesus
as a youngster, wonderin' if he sees us

Young black male, crack sales got me strikes
in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonder when we all pass is listenin'?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, bitchin'

Please God can you understand me, bless my
us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin'
Drop some shit, to any stupid don't fight

'Til returns, it's 'All Eyez On Me'
(What do we have now?)
And you can hate it or it, but that's what it's gon' be
You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck me
(What do we have now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we see

Now you're cryin for mercy I promise
My be the death of you
Lo and behold you your soul
Nigga nuttin' left of you

Look in the mirror, ask who are you?
If you know who you are, how could your dreams come true?
Motherfucker, I sat back and
You to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot

But not I see it so clear
(Now)
You take the pressure, you pussy
I warned you not to me
You see me and chills run up spine

even in the same war, but your heart ain't like mine
Press, they at me like I'm a menace, I was playin' with guns
While your momma had your ass playin' tennis
I'm a nightmare, you see me when you

Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass
You hearted, you couldn't make it on your own
Fuck the source, I'm on cover of Rolling
(You pussy)

'Til Makaveli returns, it's 'All On Me'
(What do we have now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's be
You shoulda listened, I you not to fuck with me
(What do we have now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's we gon' see

'Til Makaveli returns, 'All Eyez On Me'
(What do we have now?)
And you can it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be
You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck me
(What do we here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we see