Artist：ja rule
Songs Title：so much pain
Rest in peace to my nigga stretch, my nigga pac
So much pain

Uhh.. yeah, huh, yeah
All my, niggas.. so much pain
Uhh.. huh, yeah
Yeah, so.. much..
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
Theyll never take me alive, Im gettin high with my fo-five
Cocked on these niggaz time to die
Even as a lil nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain
I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain
And now Im labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game
Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, thats the life I live
Even if I tried to go back Id get lost （come back）
And everything I seem to love I done lost
Fuck the world if they cant understand me
What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family
Yo lies is my truth, so Im a drug to your youth
And you dont want em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me
I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide
My citys full of tote-slangers and chalk lines
Why do we die at an early age?
Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
And I dont give a fuck cause they dont give a fuck bout me
So I keep - drinkin hennessy, bustin at my enemies
Will I live to see twenty-three? theres so much pain
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
Im tired of the strain and the pain （so much pain）
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
Im tired of the strain and the pain
Years and years of strugglin all my life
Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin em right
Im in a - little cell I call my soul lately
Its been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, dont enter
Ive been cursed, for what its worth I feel dead
Spittin to you, I know Im in way over my head
But lord hear me, I believe in your 7 day theory
Three souls done sent this whole world teary （can you hear me? ）
Too hot for you to stand near me
Its so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me
Im tired of the stress and the strain
But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me
Theyre blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me
My face in, hennessy with no chaser
Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin nigga
Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga

So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga
I figured Id be considered a killer
Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind
I, cant express my compassion, my satisfaction
For gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there
Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie
And wipe the tears from yo mothers eyes - so much pain
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
Im tired of the strain and the pain
Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain
Im tired of the strain and the pain
Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo
They got me mobbin like Im - locd and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on
I aint scared to blast on these suckers 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 lookin when Im - ba-blastin
Im a nut and drinkin hennessy
And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies
Dont wanna die, tell me why?
Cause the stress gettin major
A buck-fifty cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until Im dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
Im real they can not see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets
And I be, ballin loc, dont let em make you worry
Keep swingin at these suckers til you buried
I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother
Im tough - 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
Ooooohhhhh, pain