2Pac – The Realist Killaz Lyrics

The Realist Killaz

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"The Realist Killaz." - 2Pac

Friday, 23 October 2026, 02:26 pm

Album: Resurrection (Music From and Inspired By the Motion Picture)

Track No: 14

Yo, Red Spyda (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent-'Pac joint ready?
Let me know, holla-
There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future
Yeah, n-, haha
Let's go n-, this is what it is
2Pac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo head bald (you p- n-)
2Pac wear a bandanna
You wan' wear a bandanna (what do we have here now?)
2Pac put a cross on his back
You wanna put crosses on yo back
N- you ain't 2Pac - this 2Pac
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and still not get enough of spending (yeah)
And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell-bound
Rather be buried than be worried, livin' held down
My game plan to be trained
Military mind of a thug lord, sittin' in the cemetery cryin'
I've been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus
Balling as a youngster, wondering if he sees us
Young black male, c- sales got me three strikes
Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonder when we all pass is anybody listening?
Got my, hands on my semi-s-, everybody's listenin'
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 s-, to have these stupid b- jaws tight (yeah)
'Til Makaveli returns, it's "All Eyez On Me" (on me)
(What do we have here now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (gon' be)
You should've listened, I told you not to f- with me (with me)
(What do we have here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see
Since you're crying for mercy, I promise my success'll be the death of you
Lord and behold you sold your soul, n- there's nothin' left of you (yea)
Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?
If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true?
Motherf-, I sat back and watched
You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot
But you're not (now) - I see it so clear
You can't take the pressure, you p-, 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 playing with g- while your momma had your punk-a- playing tennis
I'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream
Wake up, turn on your TV and see my a- again
You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own
F- The Source, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone (haha-haha)
'Til Makaveli returns, it's "All Eyez On Me" (on me)
(What do we have here now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (gon' be)
You should've listened, I told you not to f- with me (with me)
(What do we have here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see
'Til Makaveli returns, it's "All Eyez On Me" (on me)
(What do we have here now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (gon' be)
You should've listened, I told you not to f- with me (with me)
(What do we have here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see
Whoa

Writer(s): 2Pac, Curtis Jackson, Andy Thelusma, Calvin Broadus, Bruce Washington, Yafeu Fula, Rufus Cooper, Katari Cox, Joseph Paquette, Tyrone Wrice, Brad Jordan, MIKE DEAN, James Harris & Terry Lewis.

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