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

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

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

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

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

Please God can you me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into
I it a point, to make 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 that's what it's be
You shoulda listened, I you not to fuck with me
(What do we have now?)
Now can you the pressure, that's what we gon' see

Now since you're for mercy I promise
My success'll be the of you
Lo and behold you your soul
Nigga there's left of you

in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?
If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come
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 run up your spine

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

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

Makaveli returns, it's 'All Eyez On Me'
(What do we here 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 here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, what we gon' see

'Til Makaveli returns, it's Eyez On Me'
(What do we here 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 the pressure, that's what we gon' see