FES TAYLOR - Tearz lyrics
rate me[Intro: Fes Taylor]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...Uh-huh, I.N.S., Taylor, Lot-a-NervTwo 4, Top Guns, Urban Icons, yeahT.S.G., Underdogs, uh-huh...[Fes Taylor]They said Shows blew his head outI'm cryin' my ass off, and Visine can't get the red outThat's my dude, remember we did juxes?Came from good families, still went crookedWhen ya right hand turned on you, I was ready to lay himAnd that was my man too, still ready to play himI spray him, lay him like crooks on the bedFucked my head up, these niggaz wanna kill my nigga deadTryin' to make it seem like suicideBut he was the type of homey to shoot you, make you look him in the eyeJust seen ya little mans, they lookin' just like youCrazy shit go through my head, things that I might doThe responsibilities to ya famSo it feel like I gotta shoot somebody, tell 'em who I amDamn, we miss you like the good old daysYou know, goin' to see some hoes, showin' off our wavesI know you disagree me fuckin' with ya cousinBut I treated her good, only woman I was lovin'The end of discussion, reminisce, us two hustlin'Tryin' to turn nothin' into somethin'So listen every time that I flow, mention the memory of Sideshow...I miss you, my nigga...[Chorus: Lot-a-Nerv]I can't deny the way I feel inside, but my brothers dyin'That's why, I roll with ironCan't sleep an eye, and Lord knows I'm tryin'And I, can't seem to hold onIt's gettin' colder, how much longer can I...Can't seem to stop these tearzCan't seem to stop these tearz...[Inspectah Deck]Street dreams are made of theseThe blood, sweat and tears, the drama and the P'sWhen niggaz stray trippin' off P, X and DYo, E know the drill, it was live, he caught threeTone came home in the sixth, copped the long four-fifthSame day, start hoggin' the stripBut them little niggaz totin' them grips, ain't foldin' for shitSame day, got thrown in the ditchYo, shit changed, everybody walkin' with them big thangsClips bang, drop another body for some quick changeAnd get a name, the feelin', call it Max PayneNo time to cry, you caught up in the Fast LaneThe crack game got him thinkin' that he Frank WhiteThug nigga wiped out by the same type[Chorus][Lot-a-Nerv]Dear Lord, I'm writin' you a letter of my lifeI'm sorry, I was wrong, I should've done rightI went left, I should've went rightNow I'm right where I left off, on my knees pleadin' for my lifeThat's from all the dead soldiers that was lost in the warsTryin' to make it into Heaven 'fore the Lord close the doorsDamn, we miss Spiderman, 2 Cent and KaseSideshow, Kio, B. Ghost and DreyIt's weird everyday wakin' up and not seein' y'all faceShook the fuckin' big feelin' that I hatePain, please explain how I'm supposed to feel insideHere's the reason why I cry cuz most of my niggaz diedWhy...[Chorus]
