Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
Rap
Yaki Kadafi
Rap
Kastro
Rap
Bruce Washington
Rap
Mutah Beale
Rap
Tyruss Himes
Rap
Mopreme Shakur
Rap
Donna Harkness
Rap
Rufus Cooper
Rap
Malcolm Greenidge
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
Songwriter
Mutah Beale
Composer
Rufus Cooper
Composer
Malcolm Greenidge
Songwriter
Yafeu Fula
Songwriter
Katari Cox
Composer
Ricardo Brown
Composer
Roy Ayers
Composer
Young Noble
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joyce Washington
Producer
Martin C. Jones
Producer
Susan Pelino
Mixing Engineer
Chris Koch
Mixing Engineer
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