Pain (feat. Styles P. & Butch-2Pac

Pain (feat. Styles P. & Butch 2Pac I couldn't help but notice your pain (My pain?) It runs deep, share it with me They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time ta die Even as a youngster Causin' ruckis on tha back of the bus I was a fool all through high school Kickin' up dust But now, I'm labeled as a trouble maker Who can you blame? Smokin' w**d helped me take away the pain So I'm hopeless Rollin' down the freeway swervin', don't worry I'm about to crash up on the curb 'Cause my vision's blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me What should I do? I had to feed my f**kin' family What else could I do but be a thug Out slangin' with the homies F**k hangin' with them phonies in the club Got my mind on danger Never been a stranger ta homicide My cities 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 gage My memories of a corpse Mind full of sick thoughts And I ain't goin' back to court So f**k what you thought I'm drinkin' Hennessey Runnin' from my enemies Will I live to be 23 There's so much pain Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain Years and years of that rough life Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid And growin' tough with a knife And livin' trifled on the regular Bokin' out competitors See them take a move and take them down Like a f**kin' predator Get in trouble everyday in school, act a fool And you know I had to break every rule Showin' off for the b**ches 'cause I had the mad rep So I had to watch my back when it was time to step (For my grimies of grimiest) With love for me, pop, pop, pop And send a chuckle up above for me And yo come and seek [unverified] but I didn't cry Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke And now I'm tha one that's lookin' lovely Pop the drop top and all tha b**ches want ta rub me Kick 'em, the game, it's all the same I kick it back, yo, give 'em slack, yo And now, they label me tha mack, yo People check it Get disrespected if you front tha the Birdman You heard, man? Catch a couple shots from tha glock in my hand Damn, release some realistic with my biscuit You know, you get your a** twisted so run for cover Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust So if you're on, ni**a, look for the gage to bust A lot of pressure with the street fame It's a deep game and my mama always cryin' Yo, there's so much pain Oh, oh They got me mobbin' like I'm Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherf**kin' gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these suckas If they test me trust I got my glock cocked ready if they press me Bust some motherf**kers with a passion Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blasting I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessey And gettin' high on tha lookout for my enemies Don't wanna die, tell me why? 'Cause this stress is gettin' major A buck fist across my face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone? Keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong These sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep But will they? Can I see and everyday it just a struggle Steady thuggin' in the streets and I'll be ballin' loc Don't let 'em make you worry Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried I was born to raise hell, a ni**a from the gutta With a motha on drugs I'm kickin' dust up, ready ta bust I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean Until they kill me, I'll be livin' this life I know you feel me there's so much pain Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain, oh