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[2Pac]Live back at 'cha Westside baaaabyAight fuck 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 can't see me(Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)That's how it isNow 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 happenAt least not while I'm walkin and rappinHeard of some niggaz on the other side of town who want to ride wit me(Throw ya hands up, hands up)They can't hide, listen to the rough shit, my click(Throw ya motherfuckin hands up)I said many times busters still can't seeLetras de cancioneswhy'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)I been, handlin stress in this shit for yearsBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, Isaid many times busters still can't seewhy'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)I been, handlin stress in this shit for yearsBlazed out sheddin tattooed tearsNow, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazyDon't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make meI got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus CoupesMy enemies dead n buried, now the stress is throughBut that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll never be peace long as there's 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 fuckin mo', exposin tragicallyHow can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a pieceI know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eatI'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makinForgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go throughto become a man, we sheddin tattoed tearsChorus: 2Pac + Young NobleI said many times busters still can't seewhy'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)I been, handlin stress in this shit for yearsBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, Isaid many times busters still can't seewhy'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)I been, handlin stress in this shit for yearsBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears[2Pac] Thugged out baby![Young Noble]We don't shed tears we shed bloodDo you still want to be a thug? HUH? WHAT?We don't shed tears we shed bloodDo you still want to 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 ain't no harder, fake baller[Napoleon]Nigga it's like thisI been thuggin just for the cause of itOut to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and shitAnd it's all for the pressurethat'll make me cock 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 fuck session, Jersey where the niggaz flexinPo-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-byWet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-byeNow mama cry-cry, but it ain't 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.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or dieSeein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin highas life replays like time; underhanded schemes to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crimeMy enemies want me squeezedThey get dumped like 3's, 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 I'm 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 it's hard to slow down for a addictIt's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beersBeefin and never even, ain't no love in the airAnd I suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavensWalkin through the valley of death with my fellasI lost a lot, startin with hope I triedAnd for every tattoo I got a moment I criedI'm through with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell painStep in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brainI'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bearAin't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tearsCome on...Chorus (repeats to fade)
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"Tattoo Tears" as written by Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula, Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Katari T. Cox, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown Jr., Malcolm Greenidge, Roy Ayers
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