Exit Wounds movie - Gangsta Tears lyrics

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Song by NAS<br /><br>

[Chorus 2X: Nas] <br>

(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only a few can feel my pain <br>

(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you <br>

(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game <br>

(I'm cryin gangsta tears) You'd feel the whirlwind blow you <br>

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[Nas] <br>

My daily dose is ferocious <br>

I smoke dope, just as strong as opium <br>

Hopin I'm close to just breakin frustration; <br>

speakin on podiums <br>

Facin this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals <br>

Young black, poor education guns crack <br>

The gang violence done that <br>

Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches <br>

dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open <br>

Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires <br>

Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in <br>

Huh, I'm at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac <br>

To' back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret <br>

Though I'm broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness <br>

Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten <br>

I'm soul-searchin, I'm soul-hurtin <br>

What happens when money don't make you happy <br>

I wish this on no person <br>

Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements <br>

I got no friends I'm lonely, don't want no pity save it <br>

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[Chorus] <br>

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[Nas] <br>

Yo, ride in the nighttime, I'm high, got on my flight suit <br>

Hood with the night sign, dark colors on <br>

Pull up the block my brother's on <br>

I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police <br>

Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here) <br>

We left the drug game alone <br>

Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home <br>

What could you tell us? <br>

At funerals my eyes swell up (damn) <br>

Look at my dog lay in the casket <br>

Twin shotgun barrels had blasted <br>

And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper <br>

as I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin <br>

It's part of God's plan, but why so many niggaz have to die? <br>

It's crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by <br>

Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room <br>

I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons <br>

And yet I feel responsible when my nigga's pronounced dead <br>

inside the hospital, I wish there's somethin I could do, but.. <br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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