[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 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). I said many times busters still can't see. Y'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. Y'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. Y'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. Y'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 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]. 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 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)