Tattoo Tears - Album Version (Edited) Lyrics
| Song | Tattoo Tears - Album Version (Edited) |
| Artist | Tupac |
| Artist | The Outlawz |
| Album | Still I Rise |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Live back at 'cha westside baaaaby | |
| Aight ****** it, we gone flip some new ************t now | |
| You heard 'all eyez on me,' ******z 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, ******z still can't see me | |
| (napoleon, e.d.i, young noble, fatal hussein) | |
| That's how it is | |
| Now we got a new mother****** plan, and a new mission | |
| (makaveli the don, greg nice, outlaw - outlaw) | |
| Competition, so they say, these ******z is gay | |
| (outlaw - outlaw) | |
| Blast me? it could never happen | |
| At least not while i'm walkin and rappin | |
| Heard of some ******z 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 ************t, my click | |
| (throw ya mother****** hands up) | |
| I said many times busters still can't see | |
| Y'all ******z can't ****** with me (outlaw) | |
| I been, handlin stress in this ************t for years | |
| Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, i | |
| Said many times busters still can't see | |
| Y'all ******z can't ****** with me (outlaw) | |
| I been, handlin stress in this ************t 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 ******, 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 | |
| ******z get high off a slow form of suicide | |
| Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties | |
| I live my life to ****** mo', exposin tragically | |
| How can we find some peace and ******z 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 ******z can't ****** with me (outlaw) | |
| I been, handlin stress in this ************t for years | |
| Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, i | |
| Said many times busters still can't see | |
| Y'all ******z can't ****** with me (outlaw) | |
| I been, handlin stress in this ************t for years | |
| Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears | |
| [2pac] | thugged out baby! |
| [young noble] | |
| 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 | |
| [napoleon] | |
| ****** 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 ****** and ************t | |
| And it's all for the pressure | |
| That'll make me ****** my ************t up off the dresser | |
| Made ****** mafia of course my ******s gonna test ya | |
| Answers to the questions, bullets to my smith n' wesson | |
| Still stucked up in a ****** session, jersey where the ******z 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] | |
| ************t.. 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 ************t 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) |
| Live back at ' cha westside baaaaby | |
| Aight it, we gone flip some new t now | |
| You heard ' all eyez on me,' z know what time it is | |
| makaveli the don ' pac do it like that | |
| Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million | |
| outlaw.. ninetynine | |
| Fresh out on bail, z still can' t see me | |
| napoleon, e. d. i, young noble, fatal hussein | |
| That' s how it is | |
| Now we got a new mother plan, and a new mission | |
| makaveli the don, greg nice, outlaw outlaw | |
| Competition, so they say, these z is gay | |
| outlaw outlaw | |
| Blast me? it could never happen | |
| At least not while i' m walkin and rappin | |
| Heard of some z 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 t, my click | |
| throw ya mother hands up | |
| I said many times busters still can' t see | |
| Y' all z can' t with me outlaw | |
| I been, handlin stress in this t for years | |
| Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears now, i | |
| Said many times busters still can' t see | |
| Y' all z can' t with me outlaw | |
| I been, handlin stress in this t for years | |
| Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears | |
| Now, rockabye baby, i' m thugged out and so crazy | |
| Don' t want to hurt a soul , 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 | |
| z get high off a slow form of suicide | |
| Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties | |
| I live my life to mo', exposin tragically | |
| How can we find some peace and z 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 z can' t with me outlaw | |
| I been, handlin stress in this t for years | |
| Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears now, i | |
| Said many times busters still can' t see | |
| Y' all z can' t with me outlaw | |
| I been, handlin stress in this t for years | |
| Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears | |
| [2pac] | thugged out baby! |
| young noble | |
| 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 | |
| napoleon | |
| 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 and t | |
| And it' s all for the pressure | |
| That' ll make me my t up off the dresser | |
| Made mafia of course my s gonna test ya | |
| Answers to the questions, bullets to my smith n' wesson | |
| Still stucked up in a session, jersey where the z flexin | |
| Popo' s guessin if the stolen car gonna do a driveby | |
| Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him byebye | |
| Now mama crycry, but it ain' t my time to either diedie | |
| So ask me whywhy, 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 | |
| t.. 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 t 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 |
| Live back at ' cha westside baaaaby | |
| Aight it, we gone flip some new t now | |
| You heard ' all eyez on me,' z know what time it is | |
| makaveli the don ' pac do it like that | |
| Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million | |
| outlaw.. ninetynine | |
| Fresh out on bail, z still can' t see me | |
| napoleon, e. d. i, young noble, fatal hussein | |
| That' s how it is | |
| Now we got a new mother plan, and a new mission | |
| makaveli the don, greg nice, outlaw outlaw | |
| Competition, so they say, these z is gay | |
| outlaw outlaw | |
| Blast me? it could never happen | |
| At least not while i' m walkin and rappin | |
| Heard of some z 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 t, my click | |
| throw ya mother hands up | |
| I said many times busters still can' t see | |
| Y' all z can' t with me outlaw | |
| I been, handlin stress in this t for years | |
| Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears now, i | |
| Said many times busters still can' t see | |
| Y' all z can' t with me outlaw | |
| I been, handlin stress in this t for years | |
| Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears | |
| Now, rockabye baby, i' m thugged out and so crazy | |
| Don' t want to hurt a soul , 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 | |
| z get high off a slow form of suicide | |
| Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties | |
| I live my life to mo', exposin tragically | |
| How can we find some peace and z 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 z can' t with me outlaw | |
| I been, handlin stress in this t for years | |
| Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears now, i | |
| Said many times busters still can' t see | |
| Y' all z can' t with me outlaw | |
| I been, handlin stress in this t for years | |
| Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears | |
| [2pac] | thugged out baby! |
| young noble | |
| 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 | |
| napoleon | |
| 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 and t | |
| And it' s all for the pressure | |
| That' ll make me my t up off the dresser | |
| Made mafia of course my s gonna test ya | |
| Answers to the questions, bullets to my smith n' wesson | |
| Still stucked up in a session, jersey where the z flexin | |
| Popo' s guessin if the stolen car gonna do a driveby | |
| Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him byebye | |
| Now mama crycry, but it ain' t my time to either diedie | |
| So ask me whywhy, 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 | |
| t.. 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 t 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 |
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