Tattoo Tears (Live)

[Spoken Word: 2Pac]

Yo, y'all gotta keep this shit real

If they go bang on the West Side

We gotta go bang on them

So y’all gotta back a nigga up

Don't let 'em ban our shit

I’m ridin' for y'all

Go ahead Kad

This some new shit called "Tattoo Tears"

[Intro]

C'mon

Uh, uh

Many times

Many times

[Chorus]

I said many times busters still can't see

Y'all niggas can't fuck with me

I been, handlin stress in this shit for years

Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears (Baby)

Said many times busters still can't see

Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me

I been, handlin stress in this shit for years

Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears (Uh)

[Verse 1]

Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy

Don’t want to hurt a soul nigga, 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

Niggas 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 niggas still ain't get a piece

I know I'm probably hell-bound, but we got to eat

I'm seeing Satan 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]

I said many times busters still can't see

Y'all niggas can't fuck with me

I been, handlin stress in this shit for years

Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears (Baby)

Said many times busters still can't see

Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (Uh-huh)

I been, handlin stress in this shit for years

Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears (Baby, baby)

[Verse 2]

Criminal ways of thinkin', I'm gettin' paid wit' Lincolns

Niggas turn made victims, get my rage from a gauge hittin'

Hittin' ya back, you ain't kickin' no facts

Fakin' jacks, you and ya bitch clique could get this AK

Hold a pound four, you catch a flame from my torch

The game was taught, I want my name in the source

Little nigga, from jumpin' GZA, Now thanks to Pizzah

I'ma tote the pistol, And slang the white coke crystal