| Song | The Realist Killaz |
| Artist | Tupac |
| Album | Tupac: Resurrection |
| Artist：2Pac/50Cent | |
| [GUNSHOT] | |
| Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready? | |
| [gun cocking] Let me know, holla | |
| [2Pac - from the song 'Smile'] | |
| There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see | |
| That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future | |
| [50 Cent] | |
| Yeah nigga! Ha ha | |
| Let's go nigga, this is what it is | |
| Tupac cut his head bald | |
| Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (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 million and STILL not get enough of spending | |
| And since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound | |
| Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down | |
| My game plan to be trained and, military | |
| Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary | |
| Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus | |
| Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us | |
| Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes | |
| Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die | |
| Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin? | |
| Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin | |
| Please God can you understand me, bless my family | |
| Guide us all, before we fall into insanity | |
| I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike | |
| Drop some shit, to any stupid bitches don't fight | |
| [Chorus: 50 Cent + (2Pac)] | |
| 'Til Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+ | |
| (What do we have here NOWWW?) | |
| And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be | |
| {oooooooooohhhh} | |
| You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck with me | |
| (What do we have here NOWWW?) | |
| Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see | |
| [click clack, GUNSHOT] | |
| [Verse Two: 50 Cent] | |
| Now since you're cryin for mercy I promise | |
| My success'll be the death of you | |
| Lo and behold you sold your soul | |
| Nigga there's nuttin left of you | |
| Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? | |
| If you don't know who you are, how could 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 clear | |
| You can't take the pressure, you pussy | |
| I warned you not to push me | |
| You see me and chills run up your spine | |
| God made men the same boy, but your heart ain't like mine | |
| Press, they look at me like I'm a menace | |
| I was playin with guns | |
| while your momma had your punk ass playin tennis | |
| I'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream | |
| Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again | |
| You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own | |
| Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone | |
| (YOU PUSSY!) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| G-G-G-G-Unit! | |
| [Chorus] |
| Artist: 2Pac 50Cent | |
| GUNSHOT | |
| Yo Redd Spyder oohwee is that 50 Cent Pac joint ready? | |
| gun cocking Let me know, holla | |
| [2Pac - from the song 'Smile'] | |
| There' s gon' be some stuff you gon' see | |
| That' s gon' make it hard to smile in the future | |
| [50 Cent] | |
| Yeah nigga! Ha ha | |
| Let' s go nigga, this is what it is | |
| Tupac cut his head bald | |
| Then you wanna cut yo' head bald 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 million and STILL not get enough of spending | |
| And since my life is based on sinnin, I' m hellbound | |
| Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down | |
| My game plan to be trained and, military | |
| Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary | |
| Caught, I' ve been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus | |
| Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us | |
| Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes | |
| Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die | |
| Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin? | |
| Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody' s bitchin | |
| Please God can you understand me, bless my family | |
| Guide us all, before we fall into insanity | |
| I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike | |
| Drop some shit, to any stupid bitches don' t fight | |
| Chorus: 50 Cent 2Pac | |
| ' Til Makaveli returns, it' s All Eyez On Me | |
| What do we have here NOWWW? | |
| And you can hate it or love it, but that' s what it' s gon' be | |
| oooooooooohhhh | |
| You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck with me | |
| What do we have here NOWWW? | |
| Now can you take the pressure, that' s what we gon' see | |
| click clack, GUNSHOT | |
| Verse Two: 50 Cent | |
| Now since you' re cryin for mercy I promise | |
| My success' ll be the death of you | |
| Lo and behold you sold your soul | |
| Nigga there' s nuttin left of you | |
| Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? | |
| If you don' t know who you are, how could 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 clear | |
| You can' t take the pressure, you pussy | |
| I warned you not to push me | |
| You see me and chills run up your spine | |
| God made men the same boy, but your heart ain' t like mine | |
| Press, they look at me like I' m a menace | |
| I was playin with guns | |
| while your momma had your punk ass playin tennis | |
| I' m a nightmare, you see me when you dream | |
| Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again | |
| You cowardly hearted, you couldn' t make it on your own | |
| Fuck THE SOURCE, I' m on cover of Rolling Stone | |
| YOU PUSSY! | |
| Chorus | |
| GGGGUnit! | |
| Chorus |