I dont give a fuck if youre gonna be a 50 Cent fan before im done you bum ass niggaz, Check me out right here with some new shit
Theres gon be some stuff you gon see
Thats gon make it hard to smile in the future
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Lets 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 aint Tupac THIS Tupac!
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 sinning, Im hellbound
Rather be buried than be worried, living held down
My game plan to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetery
Caught, Ive been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus
Balling as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us
Young black male, crack 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 shotty, everybodys 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 have these stupid bitches jaws tight.
Til Makaveli returns, its All Eyez On Me
What do we have here NOW?
And you can hate it or love it, but thats what its gon be
Oh
You shouldve listened, I told you not to fuck with me
What do we have here NOW?
Now can you take the pressure, thats what we gon see
Now since youre crying for mercy I promise
My successll be the death of you
Lo and behold you sold your soul
Nigga theres nuttin left of you
Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?
If you dont 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 youre not NOWWWW I see it so clear
You cant 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 aint like mine
Press, they look at me like Im a menace
I was playing with guns
While your momma had your punk ass playing tennis
Im a nightmare, you see me when you dream
Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted, you couldnt make it on your own
Fuck THE SOURCE, Im on cover of Rolling Stone
YOU PUSSY!
G-G-G-G-Unit!
By Brandon Makaveli Ferguson