It's gon' be some stuff you gon' see, that's gon' make it hard to smile in the future Yeah nigga, haha, let's go nigga, this is what it is Tupac cut his head bald, then you wanna clip your head bald You pussy nigga, Tupac wear a bandana, you wanna wear a bandana Tupac put a cross on his back, you wanna put crosses on your back Nigga you ain't Tupac, this Tupac Money and women are funny beginnings, tragic endings I can make a million and still not get enough for spending And since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell bound Rather be buried than be worried, living hell down My game plan to be trained in, military mind of a thug lord Sitting in the cemetery crying, I've been lost since my adolescence Calling for Jesus, holding as a youngster, wondering if he see this Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes, living in jail This is hell in the knees, I wonder when we all pass, does anybody listen Got my hands on my semi shotty, everybody spit your pleas God can you understand me, that's my family Guide us on, before we fall into insanity I'm making a point, to make my beat more and more like Drop some shit, daddy, stupid bitches don't care Tumaca Valley returns, the sun lies on me If you can hear it, I love it, but that's what it's gonna be You should've listened, I told you not to fuck with me Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see No sister crying for mercy, I promise you, my success will be to death You low and behold, you so, you so, nigga, there's nothing left for 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 sit back and watch You pretended to be pop, you pretended to be hot, but you're not I see it so clear, you can't take the pressure, you pussy I want you not to press me, see me in chills, run up to the spot God made men the same, boy, but your heart ain't like mine They look at me like I'm a menace, I was playing with guns While your mama had your broke ass playing tennis All my nightmares, you see me when you dream Make us turn on your TV, you see my ass again You calvary hard and you couldn't make it on your own Fuck the sauce, I'ma cover a rose stone Tumaca Valley returns, the sun lies on me Now you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be I should've listened, I told you not to fuck with me Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see Tumaca Valley returns, the sun lies on me Now you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be I should've listened, I told you not to fuck with me Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see