Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Said it many times, busters still can't see
Y'all **** can't fuck with me
I've been handling stress in this shit for years
Blazed out, shed tattoo tears
[Verse 2]
Said it many times, busters still can't see
Y'all **** can't fuck with me
I've been handling stress in this shit for years
Blazed out, shed tattoo tears
[Verse 3]
Rock-a-bye, baby, I'm thugged out, so crazy
Don't wanna hurt a soul, ****, 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, although 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
**** get high off a slow form of suicide
[Verse 4]
Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties
I live my life to fucking mo', exposing tragedy
How can my **** find a peace but we ain't get a piece?
I know I'm probably hell bound, but we gotta eat
[Verse 5]
I'm seeing Satan infiltrating my military mind
Got me hustling all the time, all this cash making
Forget my adversaries, they don't understand what we go through
To become a man, we shedding tattoo tears
[Verse 6]
I said it many times, busters still can't see
Y'all **** can't fuck with me
I've been handling stress in this shit for years
Blazed out, shed tattoo tears
[Verse 7]
Said it many times, busters still can't see
Y'all **** can't fuck with me
I've been handling stress and this shit for years
Blazed out, shed tattoo tears
[Verse 8]
I'm thugged out, baby
Many times, can't see
Yo, the Outlawz
Handling stress in this shit for years
Blazed out, shed tattoo tears
[Verse 9]
Criminal ways of thinking, I'm getting paid with Lincolns
**** turned, made victims, gamma rays for my game spitting
Eye on your game, you ain't kicking no facts
Making jack shit, you and your whores kicking, getting splat
[Verse 10]
Hold it down, fool, you catch a flame from my torch
The game restored, I want my name in the source
Move, ****, a jumpy j-izza, but thanks to p-izza
I'ma tote the pistol, this ain't no white coke crystal
Written by: Katari T. Cox, Malcolm R Greenidge, Mutah W. Beale, Richard Emmanuel, Brown Jr, Roy Ayers, Rufus Lee Cooper, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula
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