Be the Realist
2Pac Ft. The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics

[GUNSHOT]
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Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?
Asking if the song is ready for release

[gun cocking] Let me know, holla
Preparing to confirm if the song is good to go

[Tupac - from the song "Smile"]
Sample from Tupac's song "Smile"

There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see
There are going to be some things you'll witness

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future
These things will be difficult to forget and take away from the joy of life

[50 Cent]
Intro by 50 Cent

Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Affirmation and laughter

Let's go nigga, this is what it is
Let's start, this is how things are

Tupac cut his head bald
Tupac had a bald head

Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (you PUSSY nigga!)
You followed Tupac's hairstyle, but you're a coward

Tupac wear a bandana
Tupac wore a bandana on his head

You wan' wear a bandana
You want to copy Tupac's style

Tupac put a cross on his back
Tupac had a tattoo of a cross on his back

You wanna put crosses on yo' back
You also got tattoos of crosses on your back

Nigga you ain't Tupac - THIS Tupac!
You're not Tupac, I'm Tupac (referring to himself)

[Verse One: Tupac]
First verse by Tupac

Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
Wondering if seeking money or women is worth the common outcome of funny starts and sad endings

I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending
Even if I make a million dollars, I won't be satisfied with how much I spend

And since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound
Because my life involves sin, I'll likely end up in hell

Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down
I'd rather be dead than live in constant anxiety and oppression

My game plan to be trained and, military
I plan on getting training in the military

Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary
Thinking like a criminal mastermind while sitting in a cemetery (possibly visiting a deceased friend)

Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus
Caught up in a bad life since I was young, reaching out to Jesus for guidance

Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us
Living large as a young man, wondering if God sees and approves

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
As a young black man, I got three strikes on my criminal record due to selling crack

Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Living in jail is misery, enemies may die in prison

Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin?
Reflecting on whether anyone will care or remember us after we die

Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin
Holding my semi-automatic shotgun, everyone is complaining

Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Asking for God's understanding and blessings for my family

Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
Asking God to guide us away from losing our minds

I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike
I make sure my friends listen to aggressive, fighting music

Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight.
Releasing songs to leave people in awe and make them speechless.

[Chorus: 50 Cent + (Tupac)]
Chorus featuring 50 Cent and Tupac

'Til Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+
Until Tupac's return (referring to himself as Makaveli), everyone should focus on the present

(What do we have here NOWWW?)
Rhetorical question - implying something significant is about to happen

And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be
You may have different opinions, but that's how it's going to be

{oooooooooohhhh}
Vocal expression of excitement or anticipation

You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck with me
I warned you not to mess with me and now you regret it

Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see
Will you be able to handle the pressure? We're about to find out

[click clack, GUNSHOT]
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[Verse Two: 50 Cent]
Second verse by 50 Cent

Now since you're cryin for mercy I promise
Now that you're begging for mercy, I can assure you

My success'll be the death of you
My success will be the end of you

Lo and behold you sold your soul
You have surrendered your morals or values

Nigga there's nuttin left of you
There's nothing significant remaining of you

Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?
Reflect on your identity and existence

If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true?
How can you achieve your dreams if you don't know what you want or who you are?

Motherfucker, I sat back and watched
I observed from a distance

You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot
You acted like Tupac, tried to be popular

But you're not (NOWWWW) - I see it so clear
You're not (emphasis) Tupac, it's obvious

You can't take the pressure, you pussy
You can't handle the tension, you're weak

I warned you not to push me
I cautioned you not to test my patience

You see me and chills run up your spine
You're scared of me, I intimidate you

Hardly even in the same war, but your heart ain't like mine
We're not even enemies in the same battle, but you don't have the same courage as me

Press, they look at me like I'm a menace
The media or press portrays me as a dangerous person

I was playin with guns
I used to play around with guns

while your momma had your punk ass playin tennis
At the same time, your mother had you playing a different, less violent sport like tennis

I'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream
I'm scary, you think of me even in your dreams

Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again
You wake up and watch me on TV again

You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own
You're a coward and unable to succeed on your own

Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone
The magazine "The Source" can go to hell because I'm on the cover of "Rolling Stone" instead (referring to his success)

(YOU PUSSY!)
Insulting the person again

[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus

G-G-G-G-Unit!
Ending with a shoutout to his hip-hop group G-Unit

[gunshot]
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