Tattoo Tears [Live] Lyrics By 2Pac

• Artist 2Pac
• Featured Outlawz
• Title Tattoo Tears [Live]
• Album Tupac: Live At the House of Blues

Said it many times, busters still can't see
Y'all **** can't fuck with me
I've been handling stress in this shit for years
Blazed out, shed tattoo tears
Said it many times, busters still can't see
Y'all **** can't fuck with me
I've been handling stress in this shit for years
Blazed out, shed tattoo tears
Rock-a-bye, baby, I'm thugged out, so crazy
Don't wanna hurt a soul, ****, so don't make me
I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus coupes
My enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through
But that's a dream, although it seems like reality
There'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets
Even on the other side, brothers ride but die
**** get high off a slow form of suicide
Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties
I live my life to fucking mo', exposing tragedy
How can my **** find a peace but we ain't get a piece?
I know I'm probably hell bound, but we gotta eat
I'm seeing Satan infiltrating my military mind
Got me hustling all the time, all this cash making
Forget my adversaries, they don't understand what we go through
To become a man, we shedding tattoo tears
I said it many times, busters still can't see
Y'all **** can't fuck with me
I've been handling stress in this shit for years
Blazed out, shed tattoo tears
Said it many times, busters still can't see
Y'all **** can't fuck with me
I've been handling stress and this shit for years
Blazed out, shed tattoo tears
I'm thugged out, baby
Many times, can't see
Yo, the Outlawz
Handling stress in this shit for years
Blazed out, shed tattoo tears
Criminal ways of thinking, I'm getting paid with Lincolns
**** turned, made victims, gamma rays for my game spitting
Eye on your game, you ain't kicking no facts
Making jack shit, you and your whores kicking, getting splat
Hold it down, fool, you catch a flame from my torch
The game restored, I want my name in the source
Move, ****, a jumpy j-izza, but thanks to p-izza
I'ma tote the pistol, this ain't no white coke crystal