- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Jones
 - Nasir / Anderson
 - Stephen C.
 
- Genres:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
 - all time favorites
 - east coast rap
 - rap
 - west coast rap
 
- See also:
 
Nas - Gangsta Tears lyrics
I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only a few can feel my pain
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if I could show you
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if you was in this game
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, you'd feel the whirlwind blow you
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only a few can feel my pain
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if I could show you
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if you was in this game
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, you'd feel the whirlwind blow you
 My daily dose is ferocious, I smoke dope
 Just as strong as opium, hopin' I'm close
 To just breakin' frustration, speakin' on podiums
 Facin' this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals
 Young black, poor education guns crack
 The gang violence done that
 Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches
 Dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke
 Clubs open, Benz's, Jeeps, dubs pokin' out tires
 Thugs with heat, pay security to let them slide in
 Huh, I'm at the corner driftin', sippin' cognac
 To' back, know dat soldiers is packin' no secret
 Though I'm broken hearted women done left me
 Hopeless in darkness, smokin', driftin' in sickness
 Stand by oceans watch the sun glisten
 I'm soul-searchin', I'm soul-hurtin'
 What happens when money don't make you happy?
 I wish this on no person ate at the classy places
 Made all my fashion statements
 I got no friends, I'm lonely, don't want no pity save it
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only a few can feel my pain
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if I could show you
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if you was in this game
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, you'd feel the whirlwind blow youNas - Gangsta Tears - http://motolyrics.com/nas/gangsta-tears-lyrics.html
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only a few can feel my pain
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if I could show you
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if you was in this game
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, you'd feel the whirlwind blow you
 Yo, ride in the nighttime, I'm high
 Got on my flight suit, hood with the night sign
 Dark colors on, pull up the block my brother's on
 I hug him and we blow trees, 'sup nigga? Scopin' for police
 Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin' tricks
 Right here, we left the drug game alone
 Brothers is jealous 'cause we still call the hood our home
 What could you tell us?
 At funerals my eyes swell up, damn
 Look at my dog lay in the casket
 Twin shotgun barrels had blasted
 And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper
 As I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin
 It's part of God's plan but why so many niggaz have to die?
 It's crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by
 Bandanna covers my eye, I'm scopin' through the room
 I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
 And yet I feel responsible when my nigga's pronounced dead
 Inside the hospital, I wish there's somethin' I could do but
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only a few can feel my pain
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if I could show you
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if you was in this game
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, you'd feel the whirlwind blow you
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only a few can feel my pain
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if I could show you
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, only if you was in this game
 I'm cryin' gangsta tears, you'd feel the whirlwind blow you











