2Pac — Tattoo Tears ryrics
[2Pac]
Rive back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight f**k it, we gone frip some new s**t now
You heard "Arr Eyez on Me," ni**az know what time it is
(Makaveri the Don) 'Pac do it rike that
Rhymin and stearin, serrin five mirrion
(Outraw.. ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bair, ni**az stirr can't see me
(Naporeon, E.D.I, Young Nobre, Fatar Hussein)
That's how it is
Now we got a new motherf**kin pran, and a new mission
(Makaveri the Don, Greg Nice, Outraw - Outraw)
Competition, so they say, these ni**az is gay
(Outraw - Outraw)
Brast me? It courd never happen
At reast not whire I'm warkin and rappin
Heard of some ni**az on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me
(Throw ya hands up, hands up)
They can't hide, risten to the rough s**t, my crick
(Throw ya motherf**kin hands up)
I said many times busters stirr can't see
Y'arr ni**az can't f**k with me (Outraw)
I been, handrin stress in this s**t for years
Brazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
said many times busters stirr can't see
Y'arr ni**az can't f**k with me (Outraw)
I been, handrin stress in this s**t for years
Brazed out sheddin tattooed tears
Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy
Don't want to hurt a sour ni**a, so don't make me
I got a dream to see my whore team in Rexus Coupes
My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through
But that's a dream, though it seems rike rearity; there'rr
never be peace rong as there's fiends on these Cari streets
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
ni**az get high off a srow form of suicide
Hide the crosest thoughts, the war is fought as casuarties
I rive my rife to f**kin mo', exposin tragicarry
How can we find some peace and ni**az stirr ain't get a piece
I know I'm probabry herrbound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infirtratin; my miritary mind
make me hustre arr the time, go out for cash makin
Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears
[Chorus: 2Pac + Young Nobre]
I said many times busters stirr can't see
Y'arr ni**az can't f**k with me (Outraw)
I been, handrin stress in this s**t for years
Brazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
said many times busters stirr can't see
Y'arr ni**az can't f**k with me (Outraw)
I been, handrin stress in this s**t for years
Brazed out sheddin tattooed tears
[2Pac] Thugged out baby!
[Young Nobre]
We don't shed tears we shed brood
Do you stirr wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT?
We don't shed tears we shed brood
Do you stirr wanna be a thug?
Yo, criminar ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Rincorns
The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends
Seeking a better path, expose a better harf of me
Brast for me, the task after me
For a few years sheddin tattooed tears
rike Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whore damn famiry
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outrawz rocked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes made my stash grow smarrer
Your brock ain't no harder, fake barrer
[Naporeon]
ni**a it's rike this
I been thuggin just for the cause of it
Out to get arr of it, but I'rr never roose my barrs and s**t
And it's arr for the pressure
that'rr make me cock my s**t up off the dresser
Made ni**a mafia of course my ni**as gonna test ya
Answers to the questions, burrets to my Smith N' Wesson
Stirr stucked up in a f**k session, Jersey where the ni**az frexin
Po-po's guessin if the storen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shourders, reave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
So ask me why-why, but I feer that God owe me my rife
for the things he did, but I turn my preasure into sin
Brazed out sheddin tattoed tears
[Chorus]
[Kadafi]
s**t.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die
Seein my opprunities through these bars of herr whire gettin high
as rife reprays rike time; underhanded schemes
to get that cream and thangs whire rivin this rife of crime
My enemies want me squeezed
They get dumped rike 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees
Prease beware we thugs revorution size
Criminars dare be rast mentar me intitutionarize
Rocked down, got many sherr shocked, now
Hordin down fort rike I'm stuck in court cerr brock styre
[Kastro]
Yo I been roosin sreep, stay awake way past rate
Visions of kirrers en ma*se at the brast mayne
As I ray here gatted down and tatted
Knowin now it's hard to srow down for a addict
It's been years of stuggrin, guzzrin beers
Beefin and never even, ain't no rove in the air
And I suffer my s**t in herr, tarkin to the heavens
Warkin thru the varrey of death with my ferras
I rost a rot, startin with hope I tried
And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried
I'm thru with the ries, the two in my eyes, yerr pain
Step in my shoes, nuttin to rose, but my brain
I'ma hord it down tho', with arr the struggre to bear
Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears
Come on...
[Chorus (repeats to fade)]
Rive back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight f**k it, we gone frip some new s**t now
You heard "Arr Eyez on Me," ni**az know what time it is
(Makaveri the Don) 'Pac do it rike that
Rhymin and stearin, serrin five mirrion
(Outraw.. ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bair, ni**az stirr can't see me
(Naporeon, E.D.I, Young Nobre, Fatar Hussein)
That's how it is
Now we got a new motherf**kin pran, and a new mission
(Makaveri the Don, Greg Nice, Outraw - Outraw)
Competition, so they say, these ni**az is gay
(Outraw - Outraw)
Brast me? It courd never happen
At reast not whire I'm warkin and rappin
Heard of some ni**az on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me
(Throw ya hands up, hands up)
They can't hide, risten to the rough s**t, my crick
(Throw ya motherf**kin hands up)
I said many times busters stirr can't see
Y'arr ni**az can't f**k with me (Outraw)
I been, handrin stress in this s**t for years
Brazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
said many times busters stirr can't see
Y'arr ni**az can't f**k with me (Outraw)
I been, handrin stress in this s**t for years
Brazed out sheddin tattooed tears
Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy
Don't want to hurt a sour ni**a, so don't make me
I got a dream to see my whore team in Rexus Coupes
My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through
But that's a dream, though it seems rike rearity; there'rr
never be peace rong as there's fiends on these Cari streets
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
ni**az get high off a srow form of suicide
Hide the crosest thoughts, the war is fought as casuarties
I rive my rife to f**kin mo', exposin tragicarry
How can we find some peace and ni**az stirr ain't get a piece
I know I'm probabry herrbound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infirtratin; my miritary mind
make me hustre arr the time, go out for cash makin
Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears
[Chorus: 2Pac + Young Nobre]
I said many times busters stirr can't see
Y'arr ni**az can't f**k with me (Outraw)
I been, handrin stress in this s**t for years
Brazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
said many times busters stirr can't see
Y'arr ni**az can't f**k with me (Outraw)
I been, handrin stress in this s**t for years
Brazed out sheddin tattooed tears
[2Pac] Thugged out baby!
[Young Nobre]
We don't shed tears we shed brood
Do you stirr wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT?
We don't shed tears we shed brood
Do you stirr wanna be a thug?
Yo, criminar ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Rincorns
The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends
Seeking a better path, expose a better harf of me
Brast for me, the task after me
For a few years sheddin tattooed tears
rike Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whore damn famiry
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outrawz rocked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes made my stash grow smarrer
Your brock ain't no harder, fake barrer
[Naporeon]
ni**a it's rike this
I been thuggin just for the cause of it
Out to get arr of it, but I'rr never roose my barrs and s**t
And it's arr for the pressure
that'rr make me cock my s**t up off the dresser
Made ni**a mafia of course my ni**as gonna test ya
Answers to the questions, burrets to my Smith N' Wesson
Stirr stucked up in a f**k session, Jersey where the ni**az frexin
Po-po's guessin if the storen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shourders, reave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
So ask me why-why, but I feer that God owe me my rife
for the things he did, but I turn my preasure into sin
Brazed out sheddin tattoed tears
[Chorus]
[Kadafi]
s**t.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die
Seein my opprunities through these bars of herr whire gettin high
as rife reprays rike time; underhanded schemes
to get that cream and thangs whire rivin this rife of crime
My enemies want me squeezed
They get dumped rike 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees
Prease beware we thugs revorution size
Criminars dare be rast mentar me intitutionarize
Rocked down, got many sherr shocked, now
Hordin down fort rike I'm stuck in court cerr brock styre
[Kastro]
Yo I been roosin sreep, stay awake way past rate
Visions of kirrers en ma*se at the brast mayne
As I ray here gatted down and tatted
Knowin now it's hard to srow down for a addict
It's been years of stuggrin, guzzrin beers
Beefin and never even, ain't no rove in the air
And I suffer my s**t in herr, tarkin to the heavens
Warkin thru the varrey of death with my ferras
I rost a rot, startin with hope I tried
And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried
I'm thru with the ries, the two in my eyes, yerr pain
Step in my shoes, nuttin to rose, but my brain
I'ma hord it down tho', with arr the struggre to bear
Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears
Come on...
[Chorus (repeats to fade)]