2 Pac & Outlawz - Tattoo Tears (Original)
[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)
2 Pac & Outlawz - Tattoo Tears (dt. Übersetzung.)
[2Pac]
Lebe rückwärts an Dir, Westseite, Liiiiebling
Richtig fick es, wir gehen jetzt ein bisschen neue Scheiße drehen
you have "all eyes on me," is, blacks know how much it is
Clock (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that!
rhyming and stealing, five million sale
(Gesetzloser.. Ninety-nine)
fresh on the law, blacks can not I still see
(Napoleon, EDI, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)
So isses
Now we got a new motherfuckin plan, and a new task
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)
competition, they say, these niggaz is gay
(Outlaw - Outlaw)
Blast me? This can never happen
At least not while I go and rap
belongings of some niggaz on the other side of the city heard that they ride with me do
(Throw ya hands up high, hands up)
They can not hide it sounds, the rough shit, my click
(Throw ya motherfuckin hands up)
I said many times, cops can still nothing to see
Y'all niggaz can not all fuck with me (Outlaw)
I'm with the stress in this shit for access for many years
out sheddin tattooed tears Now I
said many times busters can not see me Y'all niggaz can all
do not fuck with me (Outlaw)
I'm with the stress in this shit for years Blazed
out sheddin tattooed tears Now, I said
Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy
Will not Soul Black-hurt, so I do not bring
I had a dream my whole team in Lexus Coupes My enemies see
buried dead and now the stress is through
But it is a dream, though it seems like the real thing because
will never be peace as long as friends are on the California road since
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride Niggaz get high
from a slow form of suicide
Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties
I live my life to fuckin mo, stripped tragic
How can we find a piece of peace and niggaz still nothing
know I, I 'm probably hellbound, but we have to eat
infiltrate I see satin, and my military mind
forces me to always go, go out make Coal
Forgive my adversaries they do not understand what we go through
to get a man, we scaly, tattooed tears blow out
Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble
I have often said cops can still nothing to see
Y'all niggaz can not all fuck with me (Outlaw)
I'm with the stress in this shit for years Blazed
out sheddin tattooed tears Now, I said
many times busters to me Y'all niggaz can not see
not all fuck with me (Outlaw)
I'm with the stress in this shit for years Blazed
out sheddin
tattooed tears [2Pac]
thugged out, darling!
[Young Noble]
We do not shed tears we shed blood Do you still want a
be criminal? HUCH? WHAT?
We do not shed tears we shed blood
Will you still be a thug?
Jepp, criminal thoughts forced me to Abe Lincoln to demand
The days that I spent so stinking trapped victims seeking a weekend
a new path, showing a better half of me
exploding for me, the goal behind me
For a few years scaly tattooed tears like
grams Sammy, we fehdeten for the whole, damned family
We scared off, children in care are laid out for a rainy day
lawless imprisoned, locked for past crimes Fast
coal has my stash grow smaller Your block is not
be harder wrong ball
[Napoleon]
Schwarzer, it is so
I was criminal for the reason to get outside
everything, but I never lose my balls and shit
And it is all the pressure is for me to bring my
the shit on the shelf abzupimmeln
power Schwaren mafia of course my blacks are densely
Answer the questions, bullets to my Smith N 'Wesson
hanging still stuck in a fuck appointment, Jersey where flexen my black ass
wonder if the stolen car into a passing-shot makes
Do they get wet from the shoulders leave them goodbye
now crying mother, crying, but it's not my time to die otherwise,
die So ask me why, why, but I feel God owes me my life
for the things he has done, but I turn my pleasure in sin
out sheddin tattooed tears
choir
[Kadafi]
shit .. there is no commonality in my company, it is do or die
my "WHATEVER" See through the bars of hell while I am vollgedröhnt
repeated as a life time, to get negotiators to these schemes
saw and things while living lives of crime My enemies wanted me crushed
you are thrown away like three, with 57 wasted at the knee
Please be careful, we are revolutionizing criminal threat size
criminals will be my last mental exploitation of
locked up, have shocked many shells now
holding the weir down like I'm stuck in the courtroom in the style of a cell block
[Kastro]
Yes, I sleep I lost was awake until very late
visions of murderers masses on the exploding moon
When I here flat lay tattooed
Knowing that it is now hard for an addict
There were years of drinking, to wash it down beer
meats and do not even love in the air
And I regret my shit in hell, speaking to the heavens
going through the valley of death with my buddies
I lost a lot, with hope to start trying
And for every tattoo I had a moment where I've cried
I'm through with the lies, the two in my eyes, scream fear
Step into my shoes, nothing to lose, except my brain
I think it is still down, with all of the effort to endure
to fear nothing, cry these tears tattooed
Let's go ...
Chorus (repeat cure to expire)
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