{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)