[{"id":4900764,"name":"Tattoo Tears","trackName":"Tattoo Tears","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac Live","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, y'all gotta keep this shit real\nIf they, if they gon' bang on the West Side\nWe gotta bang back on them\nSo y'all gotta back a nigga up\nDon't let 'em ban our shit\nI'm ridin' for y'all (that's right)\nGo ahead Kad\n\nThis some new shit called, \"Tattoo Tears\"\n\nC'mon\nUh, uh\nMany times\nMany times\nMany times\n\nI said it many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\nSaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (uh)\n\nRock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\nDon't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\nI got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\nMy enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\n\nBut that's a dream, though it seems like reality\nThere'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\nEven on the other side brothers ride, but die\nNiggas get high off a slow form of suicide\n\nHide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\nI live my life to fuckin' mo', exposin' tragically, uh\nHow can we find some peace and niggas still ain't get a piece?\nI know I'm probably hell-bound, but we got to eat\n\nI'm seeing Satan infiltratin', my military mind\nMake me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin'\nForgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\nTo become a man, we sheddin' tattoed tears\n\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me, huh\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\nSaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me (uh-uh)\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit 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for y'all (that's right)\n  Go ahead Kad\n\n  This some new shit called, \"Tattoo Tears\"\n\n  C'mon\n  Uh, uh\n  Many times\n  Many times\n  Many times\n\n  I said it many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n  Said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (uh)\n\n  Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\n  Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\n  I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\n  My enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\n\n  But that's a dream, though it seems like reality\n  There'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n  Even on the other side brothers ride, but die\n  Niggas get high off a slow form of suicide\n\n  Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as 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me\n[00:35.65] I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n[00:38.45] Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n[00:41.48] Said many times busters still can't see\n[00:43.85] Y'all niggas can't fuck with me\n[00:46.09] I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n[00:48.92] Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (uh)\n[00:51.78] Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\n[00:54.83] Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\n[00:57.48] I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\n[01:00.05] My enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\n[01:02.43] But that's a dream, though it seems like reality\n[01:04.98] There'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n[01:07.87] Even on the other side brothers ride, but die\n[01:09.95] Niggas get high off a slow form of suicide\n[01:12.86] Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\n[01:15.76] I live my life to fuckin' mo', exposin' tragically, uh\n[01:18.25] How can we find some 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There'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n  Even on the other side brothers ride, but die\n  Niggas get high off a slow form of suicide\n\n  Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\n  I live my life to fuckin' mo', exposin' tragically, uh\n  How can we find some peace and niggas still ain't get a piece?\n  I know I'm probably hell-bound, but we got to eat\n\n  I'm seeing Satan infiltratin', my military mind\n  Make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin'\n  Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\n  To become a man, we sheddin' tattoed tears\n\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me, huh\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\n  Said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (uh-uh)\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\n  Many 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Tears\"\n[00:17.38] C'mon\n[00:18.47] Uh, uh\n[00:19.47] Many times\n[00:20.47] Many times\n[00:21.26] Many times\n[00:22.02] I said it many times busters still can't see\n[00:33.51] Y'all niggas can't fuck with me\n[00:35.65] I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n[00:38.45] Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n[00:41.48] Said many times busters still can't see\n[00:43.85] Y'all niggas can't fuck with me\n[00:46.09] I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n[00:48.92] Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (uh)\n[00:51.78] Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\n[00:54.83] Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\n[00:57.48] I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\n[01:00.05] My enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\n[01:02.43] But that's a dream, though it seems like reality\n[01:04.98] There'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n[01:07.87] Even on the other side brothers ride, but die\n[01:09.95] 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It could never happen\nAt least not while I'm walkin and rappin\nHeard of some niggaz on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me\n(Throw ya hands up, hands up)\nThey can't hide, listen to the rough shit, my click\n(Throw ya motherfuckin hands up)\n\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\nsaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n\nNow, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\nDon't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\nI got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\nMy enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through\nBut that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll\nnever be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\nEven on the other side brothers die, but ride\nNiggaz get high off a slow form of suicide\nHide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\nI live my life to fuckin mo', exposin tragically\nHow can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece\nI know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat\nI'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind\nmake me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin\nForgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\nto become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears\n\n2Pac + Young Noble\n\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\nsaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n\n(2Pac) Thugged out baby!\n\n(Young Noble)\nWe don't shed tears we shed blood\nDo you still wanna be a thug? 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It could never happen\n[00:21.68] At least not while I'm walkin and rappin\n[00:22.51] Heard of some niggaz on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me\n[00:27.06] (Throw ya hands up, hands up)\n[00:28.85] They can't hide, listen to the rough shit, my click\n[00:29.76] (Throw ya motherfuckin hands up)\n[00:30.62] I said many times busters still can't see\n[00:32.45] Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n[00:35.14] I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n[00:37.82] Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\n[00:39.64] said many times busters still can't see\n[00:42.30] Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n[00:45.90] I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n[00:48.61] Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n[00:52.32] Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\n[00:54.13] Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\n[00:56.89] I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\n[00:59.58] My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through\n[01:02.27] But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll\n[01:04.95] never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n[01:06.70] Even on the other side brothers die, but ride\n[01:09.43] Niggaz get high off a slow form of suicide\n[01:12.14] Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\n[01:14.87] I live my life to fuckin mo', exposin tragically\n[01:17.59] How can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece\n[01:19.38] I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat\n[01:22.90] I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind\n[01:25.69] make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin\n[01:28.36] Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\n[01:31.94] to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears\n[01:32.89] 2Pac + Young Noble\n[01:33.79] I said many times busters still can't see\n[01:35.63] Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n[01:38.30] I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n[01:41.06] Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\n[01:42.89] said many times busters still can't see\n[01:45.57] Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n[01:49.19] I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n[01:50.94] Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n[01:52.70] (2Pac) Thugged out baby!\n[01:53.61] (Young Noble)\n[01:54.59] We don't shed tears we shed blood\n[01:56.31] Do you still wanna be a thug? 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WHAT?\n[01:59.02] We don't shed tears we shed blood\n[02:01.70] Do you still wanna be a thug?\n[02:03.53] Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns\n[02:06.25] The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends\n[02:08.91] Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me\n[02:12.52] Blast for me, the task after me\n[02:14.33] For a few years sheddin tattooed tears\n[02:17.15] like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family\n[02:19.82] We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time\n[02:22.56] Outlawz locked down for some past crimes\n[02:25.20] Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller\n[02:28.00] Your block ain't no harder, fake baller\n[02:28.85] (Napoleon)\n[02:29.78] Nigga it's like this\n[02:31.59] I been thuggin just for the cause of it\n[02:33.35] Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and shit\n[02:35.15] And it's all for the pressure\n[02:36.94] that'll make me cock my shit up off the dresser\n[02:37.84] Made nigga mafia of course my niggas gonna test ya\n[02:40.54] Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson\n[02:42.38] Still stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggaz flexin\n[02:45.94] Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by\n[02:48.61] Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye\n[02:51.37] Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die\n[02:54.02] So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life\n[02:55.82] for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin\n[02:58.64] Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears\n[03:01.36] I said many times busters still can't see\n[03:04.07] Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n[03:06.79] I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n[03:08.58] Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\n[03:11.22] said many times busters still can't see\n[03:13.92] Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n[03:17.58] I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n[03:21.18] Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n[03:22.90] (Kadafi)\n[03:23.20] Shit. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die\n[03:25.06] Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high\n[03:27.73] as life replays like time; underhanded schemes\n[03:29.56] to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime\n[03:33.12] My enemies want me squeezed\n[03:34.95] They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees\n[03:37.65] Please beware we thugs revolution size\n[03:40.38] Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize\n[03:43.17] Locked down, got many shell shocked, now\n[03:44.96] Holdin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style\n[03:46.77] (Kastro)\n[03:47.66] Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late\n[03:51.22] Visions of killers en masse at the blast mayne\n[03:53.91] As I lay here gatted down and tatted\n[03:55.75] Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict\n[03:58.44] It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers\n[04:01.18] Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air\n[04:02.95] And I suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavens\n[04:06.59] Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas\n[04:08.32] I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried\n[04:11.08] And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried\n[04:13.73] I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain\n[04:15.58] Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain\n[04:18.26] I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear\n[04:21.13] Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears\n[04:23.87] Come on...\n[04:24.77] (repeats to fade)\n[04:25.65] I said many times busters still can't see\n[04:28.36] Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n[04:35.56] I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n[04:38.25] Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; 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now, I\n  start_ms: 278250\n  end_ms: 280970\n- text: said many times busters still can't see\n  start_ms: 280970\n  end_ms: 282720\n- text: Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  start_ms: 282720\n  end_ms: 285490\n- text: I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  start_ms: 285490\n  end_ms: 288130\n- text: Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n  start_ms: 288130\n  end_ms: 289950\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289950\nplain: |-\n  Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby\n  Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now\n  You heard All Eyez on Me, niggaz know what time it is\n  (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that\n  Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million\n  (Outlaw. ninety-nine)\n  Fresh out on bail, niggaz still can't see me\n  (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)\n  That's how it is\n  Now we got a new motherfuckin plan, and a new mission\n  (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)\n  Competition, so they say, these niggaz is gay\n  (Outlaw - Outlaw)\n  Blast me? It could never happen\n  At least not while I'm walkin and rappin\n  Heard of some niggaz on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me\n  (Throw ya hands up, hands up)\n  They can't hide, listen to the rough shit, my click\n  (Throw ya motherfuckin hands up)\n\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\n  said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n\n  Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\n  Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\n  I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\n  My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through\n  But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll\n  never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n  Even on the other side brothers die, but ride\n  Niggaz get high off a slow form of suicide\n  Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\n  I live my life to fuckin mo', exposin tragically\n  How can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece\n  I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat\n  I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind\n  make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin\n  Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\n  to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears\n\n  2Pac + Young Noble\n\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\n  said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n\n  (2Pac) Thugged out baby!\n\n  (Young Noble)\n  We don't shed tears we shed blood\n  Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT?\n  We don't shed tears we shed blood\n  Do you still wanna be a thug?\n\n  Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns\n  The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends\n  Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me\n  Blast for me, the task after me\n  For a few years sheddin tattooed tears\n  like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family\n  We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time\n  Outlawz locked down for some past crimes\n  Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller\n  Your block ain't no harder, fake baller\n\n  (Napoleon)\n  Nigga it's like this\n  I been thuggin just for the cause of it\n  Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and shit\n  And it's all for the pressure\n  that'll make me cock my shit up off the dresser\n  Made nigga mafia of course my niggas gonna test ya\n  Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson\n  Still stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggaz flexin\n  Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by\n  Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye\n  Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die\n  So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life\n  for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin\n  Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears\n\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\n  said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n\n  (Kadafi)\n  Shit. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die\n  Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high\n  as life replays like time; underhanded schemes\n  to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime\n  My enemies want me squeezed\n  They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees\n  Please beware we thugs revolution size\n  Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize\n  Locked down, got many shell shocked, now\n  Holdin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style\n\n  (Kastro)\n  Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late\n  Visions of killers en masse at the blast mayne\n  As I lay here gatted down and tatted\n  Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict\n  It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers\n  Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air\n  And I suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavens\n  Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas\n  I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried\n  And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried\n  I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain\n  Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain\n  I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear\n  Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears\n  Come on...\n\n  (repeats to fade)\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\n  said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n"},{"id":12639216,"name":"7 - 2Pac - Tattoo Tears","trackName":"7 - 2Pac - Tattoo Tears","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, y'all gotta keep this shit real\nIf they, if they gon' bang on the West Side\nWe gotta bang back on them\nSo y'all gotta back a nigga up\nDon't let 'em ban our shit\nI'm ridin' for y'all (that's right)\nGo ahead Kad\n\nThis some new shit called, \"Tattoo Tears\"\n\nC'mon\nUh, uh\nMany times\nMany times\nMany times\n\nI said it many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\nSaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (uh)\n\nRock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\nDon't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\nI got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\nMy enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\n\nBut that's a dream, though it seems like reality\nThere'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\nEven on the other side brothers ride, but die\nNiggas get high off a slow form of suicide\n\nHide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\nI live my life to fuckin' mo', exposin' tragically, uh\nHow can we find some peace and niggas still ain't get a piece?\nI know I'm probably hell-bound, but we got to eat\n\nI'm seeing Satan infiltratin', my military mind\nMake me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin'\nForgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\nTo become a man, we sheddin' tattoed tears\n\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me, huh\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\nSaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me (uh-uh)\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\nMany times, can't see\nYo, the outlaw\nI been stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears, feel it\n\nCriminal ways of thinkin', I'm gettin' paid wit' Lincolns\nNiggas turn made victims, get my rage from a gauge hittin'\nHittin' ya back, you ain't kickin' no facts\nFakin' jacks, you and ya whole clique couldn't get the jack\n\nHold a pound four, you catch a flame from my torch\nThe game was taught, I want my name in the source\nLittle nigga, from jumpin' GZA, now thanks to Pizzah\nI'ma tote the pistol, and slang the white coke crystal","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 7 - 2Pac - Tattoo Tears\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Live\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, y'all gotta keep this shit real\n  If they, if they gon' bang on the West Side\n  We gotta bang back on them\n  So y'all gotta back a nigga up\n  Don't let 'em ban our shit\n  I'm ridin' for y'all (that's right)\n  Go ahead Kad\n\n  This some new shit called, \"Tattoo Tears\"\n\n  C'mon\n  Uh, uh\n  Many times\n  Many times\n  Many times\n\n  I said it many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n  Said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (uh)\n\n  Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\n  Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\n  I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\n  My enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\n\n  But that's a dream, though it seems like reality\n  There'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n  Even on the other side brothers ride, but die\n  Niggas get high off a slow form of suicide\n\n  Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\n  I live my life to fuckin' mo', exposin' tragically, uh\n  How can we find some peace and niggas still ain't get a piece?\n  I know I'm probably hell-bound, but we got to eat\n\n  I'm seeing Satan infiltratin', my military mind\n  Make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin'\n  Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\n  To become a man, we sheddin' tattoed tears\n\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me, huh\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\n  Said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (uh-uh)\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\n  Many times, can't see\n  Yo, the outlaw\n  I been stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears, feel it\n\n  Criminal ways of thinkin', I'm gettin' paid wit' Lincolns\n  Niggas turn made victims, get my rage from a gauge hittin'\n  Hittin' ya back, you ain't kickin' no facts\n  Fakin' jacks, you and ya whole clique couldn't get the jack\n\n  Hold a pound four, you catch a flame from my torch\n  The game was taught, I want my name in the source\n  Little nigga, from jumpin' GZA, now thanks to Pizzah\n  I'ma tote the pistol, and slang the white coke crystal\n"},{"id":12631372,"name":"5 - 2Pac - Tattoo Tears (Live)","trackName":"5 - 2Pac - Tattoo Tears (Live)","artistName":"2Pac, Outlawz","albumName":"Tupac: Live At The House Of Blues","duration":143.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby\nAight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now\nYou heard All Eyez on Me, niggaz know what time it is\n(Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that\nRhymin and stealin, sellin five million\n(Outlaw. ninety-nine)\nFresh out on bail, niggaz still can't see me\n(Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)\nThat's how it is\nNow we got a new motherfuckin plan, and a new mission\n(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)\nCompetition, so they say, these niggaz is gay\n(Outlaw - Outlaw)\nBlast me? It could never happen\nAt least not while I'm walkin and rappin\nHeard of some niggaz on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me\n(Throw ya hands up, hands up)\nThey can't hide, listen to the rough shit, my click\n(Throw ya motherfuckin hands up)\n\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\nsaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n\nNow, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\nDon't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\nI got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\nMy enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through\nBut that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll\nnever be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\nEven on the other side brothers die, but ride\nNiggaz get high off a slow form of suicide\nHide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\nI live my life to fuckin mo', exposin tragically\nHow can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece\nI know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat\nI'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind\nmake me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin\nForgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\nto become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears\n\n2Pac + Young Noble\n\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\nsaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n\n(2Pac) Thugged out baby!\n\n(Young Noble)\nWe don't shed tears we shed blood\nDo you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT?\nWe don't shed tears we shed blood\nDo you still wanna be a thug?\n\nYo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns\nThe days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends\nSeeking a better path, expose a better half of me\nBlast for me, the task after me\nFor a few years sheddin tattooed tears\nlike Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family\nWe scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time\nOutlawz locked down for some past crimes\nFast dimes made my stash grow smaller\nYour block ain't no harder, fake baller\n\n(Napoleon)\nNigga it's like this\nI been thuggin just for the cause of it\nOut to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and shit\nAnd it's all for the pressure\nthat'll make me cock my shit up off the dresser\nMade nigga mafia of course my niggas gonna test ya\nAnswers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson\nStill stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggaz flexin\nPo-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by\nWet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye\nNow mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die\nSo ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life\nfor the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin\nBlazed out sheddin tattoed tears\n\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\nsaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n\n(Kadafi)\nShit. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die\nSeein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high\nas life replays like time; underhanded schemes\nto get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime\nMy enemies want me squeezed\nThey get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees\nPlease beware we thugs revolution size\nCriminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize\nLocked down, got many shell shocked, now\nHoldin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style\n\n(Kastro)\nYo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late\nVisions of killers en masse at the blast mayne\nAs I lay here gatted down and tatted\nKnowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict\nIt's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers\nBeefin and never even, ain't no love in the air\nAnd I suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavens\nWalkin thru the valley of death with my fellas\nI lost a lot, startin with hope I tried\nAnd for every tattoo I got a moment I cried\nI'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain\nStep in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain\nI'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear\nAin't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears\nCome on...\n\n(repeats to fade)\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\nsaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\nI been, handlin stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin tattooed tears","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5 - 2Pac - Tattoo Tears (Live)\n  artist: 2Pac, Outlawz\n  album: 'Tupac: Live At The House Of Blues'\n  duration_ms: 143000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby\n  Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now\n  You heard All Eyez on Me, niggaz know what time it is\n  (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that\n  Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million\n  (Outlaw. ninety-nine)\n  Fresh out on bail, niggaz still can't see me\n  (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)\n  That's how it is\n  Now we got a new motherfuckin plan, and a new mission\n  (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)\n  Competition, so they say, these niggaz is gay\n  (Outlaw - Outlaw)\n  Blast me? It could never happen\n  At least not while I'm walkin and rappin\n  Heard of some niggaz on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me\n  (Throw ya hands up, hands up)\n  They can't hide, listen to the rough shit, my click\n  (Throw ya motherfuckin hands up)\n\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\n  said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n\n  Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\n  Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\n  I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\n  My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through\n  But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll\n  never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n  Even on the other side brothers die, but ride\n  Niggaz get high off a slow form of suicide\n  Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\n  I live my life to fuckin mo', exposin tragically\n  How can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece\n  I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat\n  I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind\n  make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin\n  Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\n  to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears\n\n  2Pac + Young Noble\n\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\n  said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n\n  (2Pac) Thugged out baby!\n\n  (Young Noble)\n  We don't shed tears we shed blood\n  Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT?\n  We don't shed tears we shed blood\n  Do you still wanna be a thug?\n\n  Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns\n  The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends\n  Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me\n  Blast for me, the task after me\n  For a few years sheddin tattooed tears\n  like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family\n  We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time\n  Outlawz locked down for some past crimes\n  Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller\n  Your block ain't no harder, fake baller\n\n  (Napoleon)\n  Nigga it's like this\n  I been thuggin just for the cause of it\n  Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and shit\n  And it's all for the pressure\n  that'll make me cock my shit up off the dresser\n  Made nigga mafia of course my niggas gonna test ya\n  Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson\n  Still stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggaz flexin\n  Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by\n  Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye\n  Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die\n  So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life\n  for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin\n  Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears\n\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\n  said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n\n  (Kadafi)\n  Shit. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die\n  Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high\n  as life replays like time; underhanded schemes\n  to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime\n  My enemies want me squeezed\n  They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees\n  Please beware we thugs revolution size\n  Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize\n  Locked down, got many shell shocked, now\n  Holdin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style\n\n  (Kastro)\n  Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late\n  Visions of killers en masse at the blast mayne\n  As I lay here gatted down and tatted\n  Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict\n  It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers\n  Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air\n  And I suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavens\n  Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas\n  I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried\n  And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried\n  I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain\n  Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain\n  I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear\n  Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears\n  Come on...\n\n  (repeats to fade)\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I\n  said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)\n  I been, handlin stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears\n"},{"id":1102651,"name":"Tattoo Tears","trackName":"Tattoo Tears","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, y'all gotta keep this shit real\nIf they, if they gon' bang on the West Side\nWe gotta bang back on them\nSo y'all gotta back a nigga up\nDon't let 'em ban our shit\nI'm ridin' for y'all (that's right)\nGo ahead Kad\n\nThis some new shit called, \"Tattoo Tears\"\n\nC'mon\nUh, uh\nMany times\nMany times\nMany times\n\nI said it many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\nSaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (uh)\n\nRock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\nDon't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\nI got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\nMy enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\n\nBut that's a dream, though it seems like reality\nThere'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\nEven on the other side brothers ride, but die\nNiggas get high off a slow form of suicide\n\nHide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\nI live my life to fuckin' mo', exposin' tragically, uh\nHow can we find some peace and niggas still ain't get a piece?\nI know I'm probably hell-bound, but we got to eat\n\nI'm seeing Satan infiltratin', my military mind\nMake me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin'\nForgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\nTo become a man, we sheddin' tattoed tears\n\nI said many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me, huh\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\nSaid many times busters still can't see\nY'all niggas can't fuck with me (uh-uh)\nI been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\nMany times, can't see\nYo, the outlaw\nI been stress in this shit for years\nBlazed out sheddin' tattooed tears, feel it\n\nCriminal ways of thinkin', I'm gettin' paid wit' Lincolns\nNiggas turn made victims, get my rage from a gauge hittin'\nHittin' ya back, you ain't kickin' no facts\nFakin' jacks, you and ya whole clique couldn't get the jack\n\nHold a pound four, you catch a flame from my torch\nThe game was taught, I want my name in the source\nLittle nigga, from jumpin' GZA, now thanks to Pizzah\nI'ma tote the pistol, and slang the white coke crystal","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 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now the stress is through\n\n  But that's a dream, though it seems like reality\n  There'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n  Even on the other side brothers ride, but die\n  Niggas get high off a slow form of suicide\n\n  Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\n  I live my life to fuckin' mo', exposin' tragically, uh\n  How can we find some peace and niggas still ain't get a piece?\n  I know I'm probably hell-bound, but we got to eat\n\n  I'm seeing Satan infiltratin', my military mind\n  Make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin'\n  Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\n  To become a man, we sheddin' tattoed tears\n\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me, huh\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\n  Said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (uh-uh)\n  I been, handlin' 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ain't kickin' no facts\n[02:15.48] Fakin' jacks, you and ya whole clique couldn't get the jack\n[02:17.55] Hold a pound four, you catch a flame from my torch\n[02:21.52] The game was taught, I want my name in the source\n[02:24.33] Little nigga, from jumpin' GZA, now thanks to Pizzah\n[02:26.18] I'ma tote the pistol, and slang the white coke crystal\n[02:27.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tattoo Tears\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Still I Rise\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, y'all gotta keep this shit real\n  start_ms: 500\n  end_ms: 2400\n- text: If they, if they gon' bang on the West Side\n  start_ms: 2400\n  end_ms: 3760\n- text: We gotta bang back on them\n  start_ms: 3760\n  end_ms: 4930\n- text: So y'all gotta back a nigga up\n  start_ms: 4930\n  end_ms: 10170\n- text: Don't let 'em ban our shit\n  start_ms: 10170\n  end_ms: 11320\n- text: I'm ridin' for y'all (that's right)\n  start_ms: 11320\n  end_ms: 12350\n- text: Go 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48920\n- text: Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (uh)\n  start_ms: 48920\n  end_ms: 51780\n- text: Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\n  start_ms: 51780\n  end_ms: 54830\n- text: Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\n  start_ms: 54830\n  end_ms: 57480\n- text: I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\n  start_ms: 57480\n  end_ms: 60050\n- text: My enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\n  start_ms: 60050\n  end_ms: 62430\n- text: But that's a dream, though it seems like reality\n  start_ms: 62430\n  end_ms: 64980\n- text: There'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n  start_ms: 64980\n  end_ms: 67870\n- text: Even on the other side brothers ride, but die\n  start_ms: 67870\n  end_ms: 69950\n- text: Niggas get high off a slow form of suicide\n  start_ms: 69950\n  end_ms: 72860\n- text: Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\n  start_ms: 72860\n  end_ms: 75760\n- text: I live my life to fuckin' 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I'm ridin' for y'all (that's right)\n[00:12.35] Go ahead Kad\n[00:13.15] This some new shit called, \"Tattoo Tears\"\n[00:17.38] C'mon\n[00:18.47] Uh, uh\n[00:19.47] Many times\n[00:20.47] Many times\n[00:21.26] Many times\n[00:22.02] I said it many times busters still can't see\n[00:33.51] Y'all niggas can't fuck with me\n[00:35.65] I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n[00:38.45] Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n[00:41.48] Said many times busters still can't see\n[00:43.85] Y'all niggas can't fuck with me\n[00:46.09] I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n[00:48.92] Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (uh)\n[00:51.78] Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\n[00:54.83] Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\n[00:57.48] I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\n[01:00.05] My enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\n[01:02.43] But that's a dream, though it seems like reality\n[01:04.98] There'll never be peace long as 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(uh-uh)\n[01:48.78] I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n[01:51.37] Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n[01:54.22] Many times, can't see\n[01:54.43] Yo, the outlaw\n[01:54.92] I been stress in this shit for years\n[01:57.01] Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears, feel it\n[01:58.99] Criminal ways of thinkin', I'm gettin' paid wit' Lincolns\n[02:07.01] Niggas turn made victims, get my rage from a gauge hittin'\n[02:10.03] Hittin' ya back, you ain't kickin' no facts\n[02:15.48] Fakin' jacks, you and ya whole clique couldn't get the jack\n[02:17.55] Hold a pound four, you catch a flame from my torch\n[02:21.52] The game was taught, I want my name in the source\n[02:24.33] Little nigga, from jumpin' GZA, now thanks to Pizzah\n[02:26.18] I'ma tote the pistol, and slang the white coke crystal\n[02:27.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tattoo Tears\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Still I Rise\n  duration_ms: 303026\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, 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thugged out and so crazy\n  start_ms: 51780\n  end_ms: 54830\n- text: Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\n  start_ms: 54830\n  end_ms: 57480\n- text: I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\n  start_ms: 57480\n  end_ms: 60050\n- text: My enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\n  start_ms: 60050\n  end_ms: 62430\n- text: But that's a dream, though it seems like reality\n  start_ms: 62430\n  end_ms: 64980\n- text: There'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n  start_ms: 64980\n  end_ms: 67870\n- text: Even on the other side brothers ride, but die\n  start_ms: 67870\n  end_ms: 69950\n- text: Niggas get high off a slow form of suicide\n  start_ms: 69950\n  end_ms: 72860\n- text: Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\n  start_ms: 72860\n  end_ms: 75760\n- text: I live my life to fuckin' mo', exposin' tragically, uh\n  start_ms: 75760\n  end_ms: 78250\n- text: How can we find some peace and niggas still ain't 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fuck with me (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 106200\n  end_ms: 108780\n- text: I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  start_ms: 108780\n  end_ms: 111370\n- text: Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n  start_ms: 111370\n  end_ms: 114220\n- text: Many times, can't see\n  start_ms: 114220\n  end_ms: 114430\n- text: Yo, the outlaw\n  start_ms: 114430\n  end_ms: 114920\n- text: I been stress in this shit for years\n  start_ms: 114920\n  end_ms: 117010\n- text: Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears, feel it\n  start_ms: 117010\n  end_ms: 118990\n- text: Criminal ways of thinkin', I'm gettin' paid wit' Lincolns\n  start_ms: 118990\n  end_ms: 127010\n- text: Niggas turn made victims, get my rage from a gauge hittin'\n  start_ms: 127010\n  end_ms: 130030\n- text: Hittin' ya back, you ain't kickin' no facts\n  start_ms: 130030\n  end_ms: 135480\n- text: Fakin' jacks, you and ya whole clique couldn't get the jack\n  start_ms: 135480\n  end_ms: 137550\n- text: Hold a pound four, you catch a flame from my torch\n  start_ms: 137550\n  end_ms: 141520\n- text: The game was taught, I want my name in the source\n  start_ms: 141520\n  end_ms: 144330\n- text: Little nigga, from jumpin' GZA, now thanks to Pizzah\n  start_ms: 144330\n  end_ms: 146180\n- text: I'ma tote the pistol, and slang the white coke crystal\n  start_ms: 146180\n  end_ms: 147590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 147590\nplain: |-\n  Yo, y'all gotta keep this shit real\n  If they, if they gon' bang on the West Side\n  We gotta bang back on them\n  So y'all gotta back a nigga up\n  Don't let 'em ban our shit\n  I'm ridin' for y'all (that's right)\n  Go ahead Kad\n\n  This some new shit called, \"Tattoo Tears\"\n\n  C'mon\n  Uh, uh\n  Many times\n  Many times\n  Many times\n\n  I said it many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n  Said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (uh)\n\n  Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy\n  Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me\n  I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes\n  My enemies dead and buried, now the stress is through\n\n  But that's a dream, though it seems like reality\n  There'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets\n  Even on the other side brothers ride, but die\n  Niggas get high off a slow form of suicide\n\n  Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties\n  I live my life to fuckin' mo', exposin' tragically, uh\n  How can we find some peace and niggas still ain't get a piece?\n  I know I'm probably hell-bound, but we got to eat\n\n  I'm seeing Satan infiltratin', my military mind\n  Make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin'\n  Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through\n  To become a man, we sheddin' tattoed tears\n\n  I said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me, huh\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\n  Said many times busters still can't see\n  Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (uh-uh)\n  I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby)\n\n  Many times, can't see\n  Yo, the outlaw\n  I been stress in this shit for years\n  Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears, feel it\n\n  Criminal ways of thinkin', I'm gettin' paid wit' Lincolns\n  Niggas turn made victims, get my rage from a gauge hittin'\n  Hittin' ya back, you ain't kickin' no facts\n  Fakin' jacks, you and ya whole clique couldn't get the jack\n\n  Hold a pound four, you catch a flame from my torch\n  The game was taught, I want my name in the source\n  Little nigga, from jumpin' GZA, now thanks to Pizzah\n  I'ma tote the pistol, and slang the white coke crystal\n"}]