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

nigga, ha ha let's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald, then you wanna cut yo' head
(You nigga)
wear a bandanna you wan' wear a bandanna
Tupac put a cross on his you wanna put crosses on yo' back
you ain't Tupac, this Tupac

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

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

Young black male, crack sales got me three
Livin' in jail, this is hell, die
Wonder when we all pass is anybody
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's

Please God can you understand me, bless my
Guide us all, we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to my peep bumpin' warlike
Drop some shit, to any stupid bitches fight

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

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

Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are
If you don't know who you are, how could your come true?
Motherfucker, I sat and watched
You to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot

But not I see it so clear
(Now)
You can't the pressure, you pussy
I you not to push me
You see me and chills run up spine

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

Wake up, on your TV and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted, you make it on your own
the source, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone
(You pussy)

'Til Makaveli returns, 'All Eyez On Me'
(What do we have now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what 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 we gon' see

'Til Makaveli returns, it's Eyez On Me'
(What do we have now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but what it's gon' 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