2Pac — Tattoo Tears Live 1996

[Spoken Intro: 2Pac] This some new shit called "Tattoo Tears" C'mon Uh, uh Uh (Many thugs) (Many thugs) [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 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 [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 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' 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) I aid 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 I'm thugged out baby Many times busters still can't see (Ha, ha) Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress' in this shit for years Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears [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 The papers... [Audience Cheering]