Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tears, artist - J. GlazeDate of issue: 07.02.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tears |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah… |
| Uh-huh, I.N.S., Taylor, Lot-a-Nerv |
| Two 4, Top Guns, Urban Icons, yeah |
| T.S.G., Underdogs, uh-huh… |
| They said Shows blew his head out |
| I’m cryin' my ass off, and Visine can’t get the red out |
| That’s my dude, remember we did juxes? |
| Came from good families, still went crooked |
| When ya right hand turned on you, I was ready to lay him |
| And that was my man too, still ready to play him |
| I spray him, lay him like crooks on the bed |
| Fucked my head up, these niggaz wanna kill my nigga dead |
| Tryin' to make it seem like suicide |
| But he was the type of homey to shoot you, make you look him in the eye |
| Just seen ya little mans, they lookin' just like you |
| Crazy shit go through my head, things that I might do |
| The responsibilities to ya fam |
| So it feel like I gotta shoot somebody, tell 'em who I am |
| Damn, we miss you like the good old days |
| You know, goin' to see some hoes, showin' off our waves |
| I know you disagree me fuckin' with ya cousin |
| But I treated her good, only woman I was lovin' |
| The end of discussion, reminisce, us two hustlin' |
| Tryin' to turn nothin' into somethin' |
| So listen every time that I flow, mention the memory of Sideshow… |
| I miss you, my nigga… |
| I can’t deny the way I feel inside, but my brothers dyin' |
| That’s why, I roll with iron |
| Can’t sleep an eye, and Lord knows I’m tryin' |
| And I, can’t seem to hold on |
| It’s gettin' colder, how much longer can I… |
| Can’t seem to stop these tearz |
| Can’t seem to stop these tearz… |
| Street dreams are made of these |
| The blood, sweat and tears, the drama and the P’s |
| When niggaz stray trippin' off P, X and D |
| Yo, E know the drill, it was live, he caught three |
| Tone came home in the sixth, copped the long four-fifth |
| Same day, start hoggin' the strip |
| But them little niggaz totin' them grips, ain’t foldin' for shit |
| Same day, got thrown in the ditch |
| Yo, shit changed, everybody walkin' with them big thangs |
| Clips bang, drop another body for some quick change |
| And get a name, the feelin', call it Max Payne |
| No time to cry, you caught up in the Fast Lane |
| The crack game got him thinkin' that he Frank White |
| Thug nigga wiped out by the same type |
| Dear Lord, I’m writin' you a letter of my life |
| I’m sorry, I was wrong, I should’ve done right |
| I went left, I should’ve went right |
| Now I’m right where I left off, on my knees pleadin' for my life |
| That’s from all the dead soldiers that was lost in the wars |
| Tryin' to make it into Heaven 'fore the Lord close the doors |
| Damn, we miss Spiderman, 2 Cent and Kase |
| Sideshow, Kio, B. Ghost and Drey |
| It’s weird everyday wakin' up and not seein' y’all face |
| Shook the fuckin' big feelin' that I hate |
| Pain, please explain how I’m supposed to feel inside |
| Here’s the reason why I cry cause most of my niggaz died |
| Why… |