Yo Redd Spyder, 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 ni**a, ha ha let`s go ni**a, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald, then you wanna cut yo` head bald
(You pussy ni**a)
Tupac wear a bandanna you wan` wear a bandanna
Tupac put a cross on his back you wanna put crosses on yo` back
Ni**a you ain`t 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 sinnin`, I`m hell bound
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 cemetery
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 s**t, to any stupid bitches don`t fight

`Til Makaveli returns, it`s `All Eyez On Me`
(What do we have here now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that`s what it`s gon` be
You shoulda listened, I told you not to f**k with me
(What do we have here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that`s what we gon` see

Now since you`re cryin for mercy I promise
My success`ll be the death of you
Lo and behold you sold your soul
Ni**a 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?
Motherf**ker, I sat back and watched
You pretended to be `Pac, you pretended to be hot

But you`re not I see it so clear
(Now)
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
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
F**k the source, I`m on cover of Rolling Stone
(You pussy)

`Til Makaveli returns, it`s `All Eyez On Me`
(What do we have here now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that`s what it`s gon` be
You shoulda listened, I told you not to f**k with me
(What do we have here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that`s what we gon` see

G-G-G-G-Unit

`Til Makaveli returns, it`s `All Eyez On Me`
(What do we have here now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that`s what it`s gon` be
You shoulda listened, I told you not to f**k with me
(What do we have here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that`s what we gon` see