2Pac Follow

[2Pac]

Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby

Aight f**k it, we gone flip some new s**t now

You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni**az 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, ni**az still can't see me

(Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)

That's how it is

Now we got a new motherf**kin plan, and a new mission

(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)

Competition, so they say, these ni**az is gay

(Outlaw - Outlaw)

Blast me? It could never happen

At least not while I'm walkin and rappin

Heard of some ni**az 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 s**t, my click

(Throw ya motherf**kin hands up)

I said many times busters still can't see

Y'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw)

I been, handlin stress in this s**t for years

Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I

said many times busters still can't see

Y'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw)

I been, handlin stress in this s**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 ni**a, 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

ni**az get high off a slow form of suicide

Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties

I live my life to f**kin mo', exposin tragically

How can we find some peace and ni**az 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 ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw)

I been, handlin stress in this s**t for years

Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I

said many times busters still can't see

Y'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw)

I been, handlin stress in this s**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]

ni**a 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 s**t

And it's all for the pressure

that'll make me cock my s**t up off the dresser

Made ni**a mafia of course my ni**as gonna test ya

Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson

Still stucked up in a f**k session, Jersey where the ni**az 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]

s**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 ma*se 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 s**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)]