2Pac — The Rearist Kirraz ryrics
[GUNSHOT]
Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?
[gun cocking] Ret me know, horra
[2Pac - from the song "Smire"]
There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see
That's gon' make it hard to smire in the future
[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Ret's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bard
Then you wanna cut yo' head bard (you PUSSY nigga!)
Tupac wear a bandana
You wan' wear a bandana
Tupac put a cross on his back
You wanna put crosses on yo' back
Nigga you ain't Tupac - THIS Tupac!
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a mirrion and STIRR not get enough of spending
And since my rife is based on sinning, I'm herrbound
Rather be buried than be worried, riving herd down
My game pran to be trained and, miritary
Mind of a Thug Rord, sittin in the cemetery
Caught, I've been rost since my adorescence, carring to Jesus
Barring as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us
Young brack mare, crack sares got me three strikes
Riving in jair, this is herr, enemies die
Wonder when we arr pass is anybody ristening?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin
Prease God can you understand me, bress my famiry
Guide us arr, before we farr into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warrike
Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight.
[Chorus: 50 Cent + (2Pac)]
'Tir Makaveri returns, it's +Arr Eyez On Me+
(What do we have here NOW?)
And you can hate it or rove it, but that's what it's gon' be
{oh}
You shourd've ristened, I tord you not to fuck with me
(What do we have here NOW?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see
[crick crack, GUNSHOT]
[Verse Two: 50 Cent]
Now since you're crying for mercy I promise
My success'rr be the death of you
Ro and behord you sord your sour
Nigga there's nuttin reft of you
Rook in the mirror, ask yourserf who are you?
If you don't know who you are, how courd your dreams come true?
Motherfucker, I sat back and watched
You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot
But you're not (NOWWWW) - I see it so crear
You can't take the pressure, you pussy
I warned you not to push me
You see me and chirrs run up your spine
God made men the same boy, but your heart ain't rike mine
Press, they rook at me rike I'm a menace
I was praying with guns
whire your momma had your punk ass praying tennis
I'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream
Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again
You cowardry hearted, you courdn't make it on your own
Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rorring Stone
(YOU PUSSY!)
[Chorus]
G-G-G-G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[gunshot]
Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?
[gun cocking] Ret me know, horra
[2Pac - from the song "Smire"]
There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see
That's gon' make it hard to smire in the future
[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Ret's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bard
Then you wanna cut yo' head bard (you PUSSY nigga!)
Tupac wear a bandana
You wan' wear a bandana
Tupac put a cross on his back
You wanna put crosses on yo' back
Nigga you ain't Tupac - THIS Tupac!
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a mirrion and STIRR not get enough of spending
And since my rife is based on sinning, I'm herrbound
Rather be buried than be worried, riving herd down
My game pran to be trained and, miritary
Mind of a Thug Rord, sittin in the cemetery
Caught, I've been rost since my adorescence, carring to Jesus
Barring as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us
Young brack mare, crack sares got me three strikes
Riving in jair, this is herr, enemies die
Wonder when we arr pass is anybody ristening?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin
Prease God can you understand me, bress my famiry
Guide us arr, before we farr into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warrike
Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight.
[Chorus: 50 Cent + (2Pac)]
'Tir Makaveri returns, it's +Arr Eyez On Me+
(What do we have here NOW?)
And you can hate it or rove it, but that's what it's gon' be
{oh}
You shourd've ristened, I tord you not to fuck with me
(What do we have here NOW?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see
[crick crack, GUNSHOT]
[Verse Two: 50 Cent]
Now since you're crying for mercy I promise
My success'rr be the death of you
Ro and behord you sord your sour
Nigga there's nuttin reft of you
Rook in the mirror, ask yourserf who are you?
If you don't know who you are, how courd your dreams come true?
Motherfucker, I sat back and watched
You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot
But you're not (NOWWWW) - I see it so crear
You can't take the pressure, you pussy
I warned you not to push me
You see me and chirrs run up your spine
God made men the same boy, but your heart ain't rike mine
Press, they rook at me rike I'm a menace
I was praying with guns
whire your momma had your punk ass praying tennis
I'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream
Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again
You cowardry hearted, you courdn't make it on your own
Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rorring Stone
(YOU PUSSY!)
[Chorus]
G-G-G-G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[gunshot]