'i couldnt help but notice your pain!''my pain?'
'it runs deep, share it with me!'
[oh ohhh oh oh ohhh,
oh ohhh oh oh ohhh.]
they'll never take me alive,
i'm gettin' high with my .45,
cocked on these suckas, time to die.
even as a youngster,
causin' rucuss on the 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 u blame?
smokin' weed help 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,
because 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 set on danger,
never been a stranger to homicide.
my city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys.
why do we die at such an early age?
he was so young,
but still a victim of the twelve-gauge.
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' hennesey,
on the lookout for my enemies.
will i live to be 23?
there's so much pain.
[time is straight up pain ohhh oh,
time is straight up pain ohhh oh.]
years and years of that rough life,
runnin' prey to the wild as a kid,
and growin' tough with a knife.
and live a trife from the regular,
buckin' our competitors.
see a figure movin',
chase him down like the fuckin' predator.
get in trouble everyday in school,
act a fool,
and you know i had to break every rule.
showin' off for the bitches,
cuz i had the mad rep.
so i had to watch my back,
when it was time to step.
but my partners (?) they'd had love for me.
oh pop! pop! pop!
they'd send that sucker up above for me.
and yo currency kept passin' me by,
but i didn't cry.
broke a hit off from the pack
and started selling coke.
and now the money's lookin' lovely.
hop the drop top,
and now the bitches wanna rub me.
kickin' me game, it's all the same.
i kick it back yo, give 'em slack yo,
and now they labeled me the mack yo.
people check it:
you disrespectin,'
then you front on the (?) man,
you heard man,
catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand.
damn release, i'm 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 you on nigga look for the gauge to bust.
i'm like a the (?) with the street fame,
it's a deep game and my momma's always crying.
yo there's so much pain.
[time is straight up pain ohhh oh,
time is straight up pain ohhh oh.]
they got me mobbin' like i'm,
loced and ready to get my slug on.
i load my clip and slip my motha' fuckin' gloves on.
i ain't scared to blast on these suckas',
if they test me, trust!
i got my glock clocked,
ready if they press me once.
so motha' fuckas' with a passion better duck,
because i ain't lookin' when i'm blastin'.
i'm a nut and drinkin' hennesey,
and gettin' high on the lookout for my enemies.
don't wanna die, tell me why.
because this stress is gettin' major.
i buck fifty because the race with my razor. (?)
what could i do?
i'll be thug until i'm dead and gone.
i keep my brain on the game as they headstrong.
these sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep,
the minute i can not see.
and everyday is just a struggle,
steady thuggin' on 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 and raised,
hell, a nigga from the gutter,
worked a mother on time.
i'm kickin' up dust,
ready to 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.
[time is straight up pain ohhh oh,
time is straight up pain ohhh oh.]
[ooooooooh whoooooooooa]
