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• Artiste: Amuru Shakur
• Titre: Tattoo Tears
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<script type="text/javascript"> $(document).ready(function(e) { $(".protected").disableSelection(); }); </script>[2Pac] 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 want to 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 why'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 why'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 why'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 why'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this shit for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears [2Pac] Thugged out baby! [Young Noble] We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still want to be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still want to 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 [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 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 Chorus [Kadafi] 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 [Kastro] 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 through 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 through 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)<br/>---<br/>"Tattoo Tears" as written by Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula, Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Katari T. Cox, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown Jr., Malcolm Greenidge, Roy Ayers<br/>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP<br/>Lyrics powerd by <a href="http://www.lyricfind.com/" target="_NEW" style="text-decoration: none;">LyricFind</a><br/>