Live back at 'cha westside baaaaby | |
Aight **** 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 mother****in 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 mother****in hands up) | |
I said many times busters still can't see | |
Y'all niggaz can't **** 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 **** 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 ****in 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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) |
Live back at ' cha westside baaaaby | |
Aight 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.. ninetynine | |
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 mother in 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 mother in hands up | |
I said many times busters still can' t see | |
Y' all niggaz can' t 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 with me outlaw | |
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years | |
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears | |
Now, rockabye 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 in 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 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 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 session, jersey where the niggaz 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 | |
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 |
Live back at ' cha westside baaaaby | |
Aight 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.. ninetynine | |
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 mother in 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 mother in hands up | |
I said many times busters still can' t see | |
Y' all niggaz can' t 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 with me outlaw | |
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years | |
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears | |
Now, rockabye 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 in 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 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 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 session, jersey where the niggaz 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 | |
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 |