2 Pac - Tattoo Tears Lyrics
[2pac]Live back at cha westside baaaabyAight ***** it, we gone flip some new shit nowYou heard all eyez on me, niggaz know what time it is(makaveli the don) pac do it like thatRhymin and stealin, sellin five million(outlaw.. ninety-nine)Fresh out on bail, niggaz still cant see me(napoleon, e.d.i, young noble, fatal hussein)Thats how it isNow we got a new mother*****in plan, and a new mission(makaveli the don, greg nice, outlaw - outlaw)Competition, so they say, these niggaz is gay(outlaw - outlaw)Blast me? it could never happenAt least not while Im walkin and rappinHeard of some niggaz on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me(throw ya hands up, hands up)They cant hide, listen to the rough shit, my click(throw ya mother*****in hands up)I said many times busters still cant seeYall niggaz cant ***** with me (outlaw)I been, handlin stress in this shit for yearsBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, iSaid many times busters still cant seeYall niggaz cant ***** with me (outlaw)I been, handlin stress in this shit for yearsBlazed out sheddin tattooed tearsNow, rock-a-bye baby, Im thugged out and so crazyDont want to hurt a soul nigga, so dont make meI got a dream to see my whole team in lexus coupesMy enemies dead n buried, now the stress is throughBut thats a dream, though it seems like reality; therellNever be peace long as theres fiends on these cali streetsEven on the other side brothers die, but rideNiggaz get high off a slow form of suicideHide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualtiesI live my life to *****in mo, exposin tragicallyHow can we find some peace and niggaz still aint get a pieceI know Im probably hellbound, but we got to eatIm seeing satin infiltratin; my military mindMake me hustle all the time, go out for cash makinForgive my adversaries they dont understand what we go throughTo become a man, we sheddin tattoed tearsChorus: 2pac + young nobleI said many times busters still cant seeYall niggaz cant ***** with me (outlaw)I been, handlin stress in this shit for yearsBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, iSaid many times busters still cant seeYall niggaz cant ***** with me (outlaw)I been, handlin stress in this shit for yearsBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears[2pac] thugged out baby![young noble]We dont shed tears we shed bloodDo you still wanna be a thug? huh? what?We dont shed tears we shed bloodDo you still wanna be a thug?Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave abe lincolnsThe days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekendsSeeking a better path, expose a better half of meBlast for me, the task after meFor a few years sheddin tattooed tearsLike gram sammy, we feudin for the whole damn familyWe scarred up, homies is barred up for mad timeOutlawz locked down for some past crimesFast dimes made my stash grow smallerYour block aint no harder, fake baller[napoleon]Nigga its like thisI been thuggin just for the cause of itOut to get all of it, but Ill never loose my balls and shitAnd its all for the pressureThatll make me ***** my shit up off the dresserMade nigga mafia of course my niggas gonna test yaAnswers to the questions, bullets to my smith n wessonStill stucked up in a ***** session, jersey where the niggaz flexinPo-pos guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-byWet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-byeNow mama cry-cry, but it aint my time to either die-dieSo ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my lifeFor the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sinBlazed out sheddin tattoed tearsChorus[kadafi]Shit.. aint no unity in my community its do or dieSeein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin highAs life replays like time; underhanded schemesTo get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crimeMy enemies want me squeezedThey get dumped like 3s, with 57 wasted at they kneesPlease beware we thugs revolution sizeCriminals dare be last mental me intitutionalizeLocked down, got many shell shocked, nowHoldin down fort like Im stuck in court cell block style[kastro]Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past lateVisions of killers en masse at the blast mayneAs I lay here gatted down and tattedKnowin now its hard to slow down for a addictIts been years of stugglin, guzzlin beersBeefin and never even, aint no love in the airAnd I suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavensWalkin thru the valley of death with my fellasI lost a lot, startin with hope I triedAnd for every tattoo I got a moment I criedIm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell painStep in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brainIma hold it down tho, with all the struggle to bearAint nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tearsCome on...Chorus (repeats to fade)
