Pain

I couln't help but notice your pain[My pain?] It runs deep Share it with me!

They'll never take me alivei'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckasTime ta dieEven as a youngster
causin' ruckis on tha back of the busi was a fool all through high school  kickin' up dustbut now i'm labled as a trouble makerwho can you blame ? smokin' weed helped me take away the painso i'm hopeless
rollin' down the freeway swervin'don't worry
i'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
maybe if they tried to understand mewhat should i do ?
i had to feed my fuckin' familywhat else could i dobut be a thug
out slangin' with the homiesfuck hangin' with them phonies in the club got my mind on dangernever been a stranger ta homicide
my cities full of gang bangers and drive byswhy do we die at an early age he was so young but still a victom of the 12 guage
my memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts, and i ain't goin back to court so fuck what you thought. im drinkin' hennessey runnin from my enemieswill i live to be 23
there's so much pain(Chorus)Ohhhh....Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
Ohhhh....
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain

[R. Walker]

For years and years of that rough life
runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife
and livin trifed on the regularbokin out competitors
see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin preditor
get in trouble everyday in schoolact a fool
and you know i had to break every rule
showin off for the bitches cause i had the mad rep
so i had to watch my back when it was time to step[????] with love for me ummm,pop, pop, pop and send a chuckle up above for me
and yo come and seek ??  but i didnt 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 bitches 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 lable me tha mack yopeople check it
get disrespected if you front tha the birdmanyou heard man
catch a couple shots from tha glock in my handDamn!
release some realistic with my biscuit
you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover
me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust
so if your on nigga look for the guage to bust
a lot of pressure with the street fameit's a deep gameand my mama always cryin'
yo there's so much pain

(Chorus)Ohhhh...Ohhhh...

They got me mobbin like i'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test metrust
i got my glock cocked ready if they press me
bust some motherfuckers with a PASSION
better duck cause i ain't lookin when i'm BLASTIN i'm a nut and drinkin hennessey and gettin' highon tha lookout for my enemiesdon't wanna dietell me why cause this stress is gettin' majora 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 strongthese sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep but will they can i see
and everyday it just a strugglesteady thuggin' in the streets
and i'll be ballin' locdon't let'em make you worry
keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,with a motha on drugs i'm kickin dust upready ta busti'm on the scene steady muggin' mean until they kill mei'll be livin this lifei know you feel me there's so much pain

(Chorus)
Ohhh...Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain
Ohhh...Tired of tha Strain and tha PainOhhh...
Tired of tha Strain and tha PainOhhhhhh......