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Song title: 2 Pac - Tattoo Tears

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[2pac]
Live back at cha westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard all eyez on me, niggaz know what time it is
(makaveli the don) pac do it like that
Rhymin 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 is
Now we got a new motherfuckin 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 happen
At least not while Im walkin and rappin
Heard 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 motherfuckin hands up)

I said many times busters still cant see
Yall niggaz cant fuck with me (outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, i
Said many times busters still cant see
Yall niggaz cant fuck with me (outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears

Now, rock-a-bye baby, Im thugged out and so crazy
Dont want to hurt a soul nigga, so dont make me
I got a dream to see my whole team in lexus coupes
My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through
But thats a dream, though it seems like reality; therell
Never be peace long as theres fiends on these cali streets
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
Niggaz get high off a slow form of suicide
Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties
I live my life to fuckin mo, exposin tragically
How can we find some peace and niggaz still aint get a piece
I know Im probably hellbound, but we got to eat
Im seeing satin infiltratin; my military mind
Make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin
Forgive my adversaries they dont understand what we go through
To become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears

Chorus: 2pac + young noble

[2pac]	thugged out baby!

[young noble]
We dont shed tears we shed blood
Do you still wanna be a thug? huh? what?
We dont shed tears we shed blood
Do you still wanna be a thug?

Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave abe lincolns
The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends
Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me
Blast for me, the task after me
For a few years sheddin tattooed tears
Like gram sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller
Your block aint no harder, fake baller

[napoleon]
Nigga its like this
I been thuggin just for the cause of it
Out to get all of it, but Ill never loose my balls and shit
And its all for the pressure
Thatll make me cock my shit up off the dresser
Made nigga mafia of course my niggas gonna test ya
Answers to the questions, bullets to my smith n wesson
Still stucked up in a fuck session, jersey where the niggaz flexin
Po-pos guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it aint my time to either die-die
So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life
For the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin
Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears

Chorus

[kadafi]
Shit.. aint no unity in my community its do or die
Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high
As life replays like time; underhanded schemes
To get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime
My enemies want me squeezed
They get dumped like 3s, with 57 wasted at they knees
Please beware we thugs revolution size
Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize
Locked down, got many shell shocked, now
Holdin down fort like Im stuck in court cell block style

[kastro]
Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late
Visions of killers en masse at the blast mayne
As I lay here gatted down and tatted
Knowin now its hard to slow down for a addict
Its been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers
Beefin and never even, aint no love in the air
And I suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavens
Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas
I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried
And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried
Im thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain
Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain
Ima hold it down tho, with all the struggle to bear
Aint nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears
Come on...

Chorus (repeats to fade)