[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 2 crosses on yo' back Nigga you ain't Tupac... This is Tupac!
[Verse One: 2Pac] They say more money and women are funny, But in this tragic endings I can make a million and still not Get enough for spendin' And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell-bound I'd rather be buried than be worried diffrent than be held down My game plans to be trained well Military mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetary car I've been lost since my adolescent callin from Jesus Ballin' as a gangsta wonderin' if you see this 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-shotgun, everybody's snitchin' Please God can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all before we fall into insanity I'm makin' a point for all my people to be warlike Buy some shit to have you stupid bitches all tight
[Chorus:] Go niggas wanna get on that's right I gots some niggas in my click that make they muthafuckin' jaws tight now
Go niggas wanna get on that's right I gots some niggas in my click that make they muthafuckin' jaws tight now
[Pitbull] I'm doing the impossible I gotta big flow that's unbelievable, I'm achieving the unachievable I'm taking over like coke and baking soda The streets are waiting for me But for those who don't know me don't hate on me come on homie
Ya'll should know me better Don't be mad cause I'm a go getter from the bottom to ny to la Cubans and Essays and old school Chevys Blacks and Hispanics getting money I know yall can't stand it That's why I say fuck 'em that just gives me more reason to buck 'em If you're felling lucky, then dog, press your luck And watch how quickly you get stuck I'll make sure when they hold you down You wont get up, Dade County bet that up.
For building me the way I've been built to the day I get killed I'ma get money and run through bitches like Wilt the Stilt Chamberlain empty the chamber in in your face And leave your brains outa place That's what happens to slow niggas that think they can live life at a fast pace To them boys on the way to Tennesse listening to mj G breaking there burrs down in Eightballs Be careful with them keys Don't hesitate to squeez watch out from them feds 'Cause they hate ya'll Bank accounts over seas when them Feds come for me all they gonna find is cds and tapes, dog Sipping hypnotiq and hennessy I know ya'll envy me but l wont let my tallent go to waste, dog.
[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 now! 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 Hardly even in the same war, 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