Uh, Pain
Pain
Dancing on the beat
Pain
 Verse:
Theyll never take me alive, im getting high with my hou five. Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school, kickin up dust
But now Im labeled as a troublemaker; who can you blame?
Smokin weed helped me take away the pain
So Im hopeless rollin down the freeway swervin, dont worry
Im about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me; what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin family; what else could I do
But be a thug? Out slangin with the homies
Fuck hangin with them phonies in the club!
Got my mind on danger; never been a stranger to homicide
My citys full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I aint goin back to court, so fuck what you thought!
Im drinkin Hennessey, runnin from my enemies
Will I live to be 23? Theres so much pain
Theres so much pain
Theres so much pain
Theres so much pain
 Verse:
I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s
Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s the shits never end
You cant touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, thats how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil Gotti got the shotty to your body
So dont resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God Im dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope youre listening, smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your fucking shit spill
And Im talking bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, they got a gun, nigga bust it
 Verse:
Im loced, ready to get my slug on
And I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on
I aint scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust – I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me
Bust – on motherfuckers with a passion
Better duck, cause I aint looking when Im blastin
Im a nut, and drinkin Hennessey and gettin high
On the lookout for my enemies, dont wanna die
Tell me why, cause this stress is gettin major
A buck 50 across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until Im dead and gone?
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep
Im real they cannot see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets
And Ill be ballin, loc, dont let em make you worry
Keep swingin at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta
Word to mother Im trapped, Im kickin dust up, ready to bust
Im on the scene, steady muggin mean until they kill me
Ill be livin this life, I know you feel me; theres so much pain
Theres so much pain… theres so much pain