[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight [bad word] it, we gone flip some new [bad word] 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 [bad word] plan, and a new mission
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - [bad word]  so they say, these niggaz is [bad word] (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 [bad word]  my click
(Throw ya [bad word] hands up)

I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't [bad word] with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this [bad word] for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't [bad word] with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] a man, we sheddin tattoed tears
 [bad word]  2Pac + Young Noble

I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't [bad word] with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this [bad word] for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't [bad word] with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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] [bad word] 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 [bad word] And it's all for the pressure
that'll make me [bad word] my [bad word] up off the dresser
Made [bad word] mafia of course my niggas gonna test ya
Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson
Still stucked up in a [bad word] 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