2Pac — 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