Be the Realist-2Pac

[GUNSHOT] Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready? [gun cocking] Let me know, holla [Tupac - from the song "Smile"] There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future [50 Cent] Yeah ni**a! Ha ha Let's go ni**a, this is what it is Tupac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (you P**SY ni**a!) Tupac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a cross on his back You wanna put crosses on yo' back Ni**a you ain't Tupac - THIS Tupac! [Verse One: Tupac] Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending And since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down My game plan to be trained and, military Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us 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 shotty, everybody's bitchin Please God can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike Drop some sh*t, to have these stupid b**ches jaws tight. [Chorus: 50 Cent + (Tupac)] 'Til Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+ (What do we have here NOWWW?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be {oooooooooohhhh} You shoulda listened, I told you not to f**k with me (What do we have here NOWWW?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see [click clack, GUNSHOT] [Verse Two: 50 Cent] Now since you're cryin for mercy I promise My success'll be the death of you Lo and behold you sold your soul Ni**a there's nuttin left of you Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true? Motherf**ker, I sat back and watched You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot But you're not (NOWWWW) - I see it so clear You can't take the pressure, you p**sy I warned you not to push me You see me and chills run up your spine Hardly even in the same war, but your heart ain't like mine Press, they look at me like I'm a menace I was playin with guns while your momma had your punk a** playin tennis I'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream Wake up, turn on your TV and see my a** again You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own F**k THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone (YOU P**SY!) [Chorus] G-G-G-G-Unit! [Chorus] [gunshot]