[2Pac] Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby Aight f**k it, we gone flip some new s**t now You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni**az 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, ni**az still can't see me (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein) That's how it is Now we got a new motherf**kin plan, and a new mission (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw) Competition, so they say, these ni**az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast me? It could never happen At least not while I'm walkin 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, listen to the rough s**t, my click (Throw ya motherf**kin hands up) I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s**t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s**t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy Don't want to hurt a soul ni**a, so don't 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 that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets Even on the other side brothers die, but ride ni**az get high off a slow form of suicide Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties I live my life to f**kin mo', exposin tragically How can we find some peace and ni**az still ain't get a piece I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind make me hustle all 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 Noble] I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s**t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s**t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears [2Pac] Thugged out baby! [Young Noble] We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't 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 ain't no harder, fake baller [Napoleon] ni**a it's like this I been thuggin just for the cause of it Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and s**t And it's all for the pressure that'll 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, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson Still stucked up in a f**k session, Jersey where the ni**az flexin Po-po's 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 ain't 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] s**t.. ain't no unity in my community it's 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 3's, 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 I'm stuck in court cell block style [Kastro] Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late Visions of killers en ma*se at the blast mayne As I lay here gatted down and tatted Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air And I suffer my s**t 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 I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears Come on... [Chorus repeats to fade]
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