50 CENT - The Realist Killas lyrics

rate me

Feat. 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 sinning, I'm hell-bound

Rather be buried than be worried, living held down

My gang plan to be playin’

It reminds me of the thug sitting in the cemetery

I’ve been cold since my adolescence was called OG

All of you wondering if you can see this

Young black mail crack

Sell got me 3 shots

I spent in jail

This is hell

What if we all pas

Does anybody listen?

Hands in my city up

Everybody listens

Now can you understand it?

That’s my family

I got a soul before we fall to insanity

I wanna make a point

To make my big boppin’ light

When I turn all the eyes are on me

And you can hear the rhythm

That’s what is gonna be

Should have listened the truth not to fuck with me

If you gonna take the question

That’s what we gonna see

You’re sold

So nigga there’s nothing left of you

Look into the mirror

Ask yourself: who are you?

If you don’t know who you are

Then how could your dreams come true?

Motherfucker I sit back and watch

You pretended to be …

You pretended to be hot

But you’re not

I see you so clear

You can’t take the pressure

Pussy I warned you not to pussy

I see you running up the spot

You see me with your boy

But it ain’t like mine

I’m a night vision

You see me when you dream

Turning your TV ,see my ass again

You’re counting hard on your own

When I turn all the eyes are on me

And you can hear the rhythm

That’s what is gonna be

Should have listened the truth not to fuck with me

If you gonna take the question

That’s what we gonna see

When I turn all the eyes are on me

And you can hear the rhythm

That’s what is gonna be

Should have listened the truth not to fuck with me

If you gonna take the question

That’s what we gonna see