Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tattoo Tears, artist - Tupac. Album song Tupac: Live At The House Of Blues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eagle Rock Entertainment
Song language: English
Tattoo Tears |
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby |
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now |
You heard All Eyez on Me, niggaz 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, niggaz still can’t see me |
(Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein) |
That’s how it is Now we got a new motherfuckin plan, and a new mission |
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw — Outlaw) |
Competition, so they say, these niggaz is gay |
(Outlaw — Outlaw) |
Blast me? |
It could never happen |
At least not while I’m walkin and rappin |
Heard of some niggaz 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 shit, my click |
(Throw ya motherfuckin hands up) |
I said many times busters still can’t see |
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me (Outlaw) |
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years |
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; |
now, I said many times busters still can’t see |
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me (Outlaw) |
I been, handlin stress in this shit 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 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 |
Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz can’t fuck with me (Outlaw) |
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years |
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; |
now, I said many times busters still can’t see |
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me (Outlaw) |
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years |
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears |
Thugged out baby! |
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 |
Nigga 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 shit |
And it’s all for the pressure |
that’ll make me cock my shit up off the dresser |
Made nigga mafia of course my niggas gonna test ya Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N’Wesson |
Still stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggaz 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 |
Shit. |
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 |
Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late |
Visions of killers en masse 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 shit 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) |