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[ti: Pain (Feat. Stretch)] |
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[ar: Warren G/Nate Dogg] |
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[al: Regulate] |
[00:00.00][Intro: Sample from Star Trek V: The Final Frontier] |
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I couldn't help but notice your pain |
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My pain? |
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It runs deep share it with me! |
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Ohhhh |
[00:05.50][Verse 1: 2Pac] |
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They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five |
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Cocked on these suckas, time to die |
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Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus |
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I was a fool all through high school, kickin' up dust |
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But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker who can you blame? |
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Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain |
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So I'm hopeless, rollin' down the freeway swervin', don't worry |
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I'm 'bout to crash up on the curb cause my vision's blurry |
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Maybe if they tried to understand me what should I do? |
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I had to feed my fuckin' family what else could I do |
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But be a thug? Out slangin' with the homies |
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Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs! |
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Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide |
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My city's full of gang-bangers and drive-by's |
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Why do we die at an early age? |
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He was so young, but still a victim of the 12 gauge |
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My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts |
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And I ain't goin' back to court, so fuck what you thought! |
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I'm drinkin' Hennessy, runnin' from my enemies |
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Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain |
[01:24.99][Hook] |
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Ohhhh |
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Tired of the strain and the pain |
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Ohhhh |
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Tired of the strain and the pain |
[01:36.00][Verse 2: Stretch] |
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Years and years of that rough life |
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Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife |
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And livin' trifed on the regular, buckin' out competitors |
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See 'em fake a move and chase 'em down like the fuckin' Predator |
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Get in trouble every day in school, act a fool |
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And you know I had to break every rule |
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Showin' off for the bitches cause I had the mad rep |
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So I had to watch my back when it was time to step |
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But my grimies is the grimiest with love for me |
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Pop, pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me |
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Ayo, currency kept passin' me by, but I didn't cry, broke |
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Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke |
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And now the money's lookin' lovely |
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Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me |
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Kick 'em the game, it's all the same |
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I kick it back yo, give 'em slack yo |
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And now they label me the mack yo, people check it |
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Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman, you heard, man |
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Catch a couple shots from the Glock in my hand |
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Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit |
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You know you get yo' ass twisted, so run for cover |
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Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust |
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So if you owe, nigga, look for the gauge to bust |
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A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game |
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And my mama always cryin' yo, there's so much pain |
[02:45.00][Hook] |
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Ohhhh |
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So tired, so tired... |
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So...so... |
[02:54.00][Verse 3: 2Pac] |
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They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed, and ready to get my slug on |
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I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on |
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I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me |
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Trust I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me |
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Bust on motherfuckers with a passion |
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Better duck,cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blastin' |
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I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessy, and gettin' high |
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On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die, tell me why |
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Cause this stress is gettin' major |
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A buck 50 across the face with my razor |
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What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone? |
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I keep my brain on the game and stay head strong |
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These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep |
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I'm real, they cannot see |
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And every day is just a struggle, steady thuggin' on the streets |
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And I'll be ballin', loc, don't let 'em make you worry |
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Keep swingin' at these suckas 'til you buried, I was born to raise |
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Hell, a nigga from the gutta, word to mother, I'm touched |
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Out kickin' dust up, ready to bust |
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I'm on the scene, steady muggin' mean, until they kill me |
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I'll be livin' this life, I know you feel me; there's so much pain |
[03:53.00][Outro] |
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Tired of the strain and the pain |
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Ohhh |
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Tired of the strain and the pain |
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Ohhh |
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Tired of the strain and the pain |
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Ohhh |
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Tired of the strain and the pain |
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Ohhhhhh |
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Eagen |