Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Tears, artist - Nas.
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Tears |
My daily dose is ferocious |
I smoke dope, just as strong as opium |
Hopin I’m close to just breakin frustration; |
speakin on podiums |
Facin this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals |
Young black, poor education guns crack |
The gang violence done that |
Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches |
dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open |
Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires |
Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in Huh, I’m at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac |
To’back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret |
Though I’m broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness |
Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten |
I’m soul-searchin, I’m soul-hurtin |
What happens when money don’t make you happy |
I wish this on no person |
Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements |
I got no friends I’m lonely, don’t want no pity save it Yo, ride in the nighttime, I’m high, got on my flight suit |
Hood with the night sign, dark colors on Pull up the block my brother’s on I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police |
Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here) |
We left the drug game alone |
Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home |
What could you tell us? |
At funerals my eyes swell up (damn) |
Look at my dog lay in the casket |
Twin shotgun barrels had blasted |
And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper |
as I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin |
It’s part of God’s plan, but why so many niggaz have to die? |
It’s crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by Bandana covers my eye, I’m scopin through the room |
I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons |
And yet I feel responsible when my nigga’s pronounced dead |
inside the hospital, I wish there’s somethin I could do, but. |