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Yo, y'all gotta keep this shit real | If they, if they gon' bang on the West Side | We gotta bang back on them
Yo, y'all gotta keep this shit real If they, if they gon' bang on the West Side We gotta bang back on them So y'all gotta back a nigga up Don't let 'em ban our shit I'm ridin' for y'all (that's right) Go ahead Kad This some new shit called, "Tattoo Tears" C'mon Uh, uh Many times Many times Many times I said it many times busters still can't see Y'all niggas can't fuck with me I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby) Said many times busters still can't see Y'all niggas can't fuck with me I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (uh) 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 and 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 ride, but die Niggas 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, uh How can we find some peace and niggas still ain't get a piece? I know I'm probably hell-bound, but we got to eat I'm seeing Satan 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 I said many times busters still can't see Y'all niggas can't fuck with me, huh I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby) Said many times busters still can't see Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (uh-uh) I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears (baby) Many times, can't see Yo, the outlaw I been stress in this shit for years Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears, feel it Criminal ways of thinkin', I'm gettin' paid wit' Lincolns Niggas turn made victims, get my rage from a gauge hittin' Hittin' ya back, you ain't kickin' no facts Fakin' jacks, you and ya whole clique couldn't get the jack Hold a pound four, you catch a flame from my torch The game was taught, I want my name in the source Little nigga, from jumpin' GZA, now thanks to Pizzah I'ma tote the pistol, and slang the white coke crystal
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