2Pac – Tattoo Tearz (Original Version II) feat. Young Noble, Napoleon, Kadafi, Kastro

2Pac – Tattoo Tearz (Original Version I) feat. Young Noble, Napoleon, Kadafi, Kastro

Date: March 30, 1996 & June 17, 1996
Studio: Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Producer: Kurupt The Kingpin
Originally recorded for “One Nation“ Album; Released on “Still I Rise“
Samples: Roy Ayers – Everybody Loves The Sunshine


Lyrics:

[Makaveli] 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)

[Chorus: x3 Makaveli] I said many times busters still can’t see
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me (haha)
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 (haha)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears

[Makaveli] 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 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 tattooed tears

[Chorus: x3 Makaveli] I said many times busters still can’t see
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me (haha)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; (biatch)
I said many times busters still can’t see
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me (haha)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears

Thugged out baby, yeah
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears
My whole muthafuckin click is sick
Peep out my nigga, Young Noble
Puttin it down for you bitch made tricks

[Young Noble] Criminal ways of thinkin, I’m gettin paid wit Lincolns
Niggas turn made victim gama-rays from the gauge hittin
Splittin your back, you aint kickin the facts
Restitution gettin back, I’m postin in all black
Holdin down fort never look back
No gettin caught, the game was taught
I want my name in the source
Lil nigga from jumpin jizza, no thanks to pisza
I’m a tote the pistol, instead of the white cold crystal
The papers stack up, wack like up I need some backup
So many test, but this make a nigga
Wanna act up
What

[Napoleon] 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 (hell ya)
Po-po’s guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by (baby)
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 (my life my life my life my life)
for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin (in the sunshine)
Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears

[Chorus: Makaveli] I said many times busters still can’t see
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me (haha)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; I
said many times busters still can’t see
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me (haha)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears

[Kadafi] Shit.. ain’t no unity in my community it’s do or die
Seein my opportunities 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 ways to hit 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] I be losing sleep, stayin awake way past late
With no hesitation, correlation, now the gangs chasing
Its all good to me, let me see, who the authorities
This shorty will be a thug nigga, unsupported, never shorted
Winner, pleasurable sinner, plus a rebel and
Thuggin and loving it enough to hug me like my next of kin
Bustin like a gang of Mexicans, they wanna rush them on a solo
And flexin why the stolen guns bustin shit
You should fuck with the world, before you fuck wit me
Young niggas sheddin teck tearz, through the next year
Homie sat me down and think I’m a addict now
For holding it down all around
In these immortal grounds

[Chorus: Makaveli] I said many times busters still can’t see
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me (haha)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; uh and I
said many times busters still can’t see
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me (haha)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears, baby
I many times busters still can’t see
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears
I said it many times busters still can’t see
Y’all niggaz can’t fuck with me (haha)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears
Uh
Outlawz, westside, when we ride
Follow me, muthafuckin cops aint strong enough baby
We outlawz, Kurupt drop the beat, we drop the shit
Now the world fears us, you know what I mean
Westside
Bad Boy killa
Mobb Deep killa
Biatch

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