[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)