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