Painz & Strife Lyrics
| Song | Painz & Strife |
| Artist | Diamond D |
| Album | Hatred, Passion & Infidelity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kirkland, Phillips, Taylor | |
| (feat. Pete Rock, Phife Dawg) | |
| [Phife] | |
| Now in this hip-hop world I happen to live in, heads be *******ing | |
| It's a wonder that when the punks walk, they don't be switching | |
| Someone always got something to say, and I be itching | |
| To verbally bust their whole ******* frame, I ain't kidding | |
| Nothing wack over here, moneygrip, I'm always hitting | |
| And being that my name is Phife Dawg, I just be *******tting | |
| All over the track by Diamond, ******* a rumor | |
| If you try to bite this style you might catch a brain tumor | |
| Nowadays it's eather the Heather or cheddar, ******* the babbling | |
| Put your money where your mouth is or there'll be no battling | |
| Don't play yourself and get dissed by Malik, it's too embarassing | |
| Take it straight to your face like Vin Rock, ******* the Samaritans | |
| I'm out to get the cheddar, no deals, I ain't having it | |
| Never to work again in my life, ******* Blake Harrington | |
| East Coast representation, as well as West | |
| Rub daddy speak, better listen, diggey knows best | |
| [Diamond] | |
| I'm swerving on MC's with these degrees | |
| The only cheese you've seen is from promotional fees, please | |
| I don't congregate with small timers | |
| I leave you scratching your head like Alzheimer's | |
| In a corner with four-timers smoking pretty women | |
| With this city rhythm I get witty with them | |
| Big D a.k.a. Ben Grin, I send men defending | |
| You run home and then send | |
| Your whole team back, scoped out I lean back | |
| Focused on greenbacks, *******s want to see me in green slacks | |
| Upstate doing a bid | |
| But I got plans reclined at the Sands | |
| With my team, in the name of cream | |
| Sipping on Jim Beam, still scoped your scheme | |
| It seems to me, it's obvious, it seems to be jealousy | |
| ******* it if it means the beat | |
| Cause I dream to be the next one on the top | |
| I might blow up, but I won't go pop | |
| ******* the props, I want to breeze with the cheese | |
| And my squeeze in the Florida Keys | |
| Pains and strife, let me live my life | |
| Born into a world that's trife | |
| Like a knife I cut through the mazes | |
| State to state sma*******ng down stages, overcome with... [x2] | |
| [Diamond] | |
| I'm off the hook, no more working off the book | |
| I often look at how MC's turn soft and book | |
| Look, you couldn't fade this renegade | |
| >From when it's made, plus your rhymes are minute made | |
| What's the deal, for real I watch you | |
| Got you under my skin like Sinatra | |
| Raise the stakes, see I believe it pays to make | |
| A thousand ways to take your tasty cake | |
| [Pete Rock] | |
| Hit the spotlight, and let me get right | |
| Crowd anticipation when we rock the mic | |
| It's like sex, good to the very last nut | |
| Every word that we say, every cliche | |
| So check the survery, Phife Dawg rhyming with Diamond | |
| *******s get astounded, all simple like Simon | |
| Cream, working on plots and schemes | |
| To hit big clientel to the fullest, so represent, kid | |
| Pains and strife, let me live my life | |
| Born into a world that's trife | |
| Like a knife I cut through the mazes | |
| State to state sma*******ng down stages, overcome with... [x2] |
| zuo ci : Kirkland, Phillips, Taylor | |
| feat. Pete Rock, Phife Dawg | |
| Phife | |
| Now in this hiphop world I happen to live in, heads be ing | |
| It' s a wonder that when the punks walk, they don' t be switching | |
| Someone always got something to say, and I be itching | |
| To verbally bust their whole frame, I ain' t kidding | |
| Nothing wack over here, moneygrip, I' m always hitting | |
| And being that my name is Phife Dawg, I just be tting | |
| All over the track by Diamond, a rumor | |
| If you try to bite this style you might catch a brain tumor | |
| Nowadays it' s eather the Heather or cheddar, the babbling | |
| Put your money where your mouth is or there' ll be no battling | |
| Don' t play yourself and get dissed by Malik, it' s too embarassing | |
| Take it straight to your face like Vin Rock, the Samaritans | |
| I' m out to get the cheddar, no deals, I ain' t having it | |
| Never to work again in my life, Blake Harrington | |
| East Coast representation, as well as West | |
| Rub daddy speak, better listen, diggey knows best | |
| Diamond | |
| I' m swerving on MC' s with these degrees | |
| The only cheese you' ve seen is from promotional fees, please | |
| I don' t congregate with small timers | |
| I leave you scratching your head like Alzheimer' s | |
| In a corner with fourtimers smoking pretty women | |
| With this city rhythm I get witty with them | |
| Big D a. k. a. Ben Grin, I send men defending | |
| You run home and then send | |
| Your whole team back, scoped out I lean back | |
| Focused on greenbacks, s want to see me in green slacks | |
| Upstate doing a bid | |
| But I got plans reclined at the Sands | |
| With my team, in the name of cream | |
| Sipping on Jim Beam, still scoped your scheme | |
| It seems to me, it' s obvious, it seems to be jealousy | |
| it if it means the beat | |
| Cause I dream to be the next one on the top | |
| I might blow up, but I won' t go pop | |
| the props, I want to breeze with the cheese | |
| And my squeeze in the Florida Keys | |
| Pains and strife, let me live my life | |
| Born into a world that' s trife | |
| Like a knife I cut through the mazes | |
| State to state sma ng down stages, overcome with... x2 | |
| Diamond | |
| I' m off the hook, no more working off the book | |
| I often look at how MC' s turn soft and book | |
| Look, you couldn' t fade this renegade | |
| From when it' s made, plus your rhymes are minute made | |
| What' s the deal, for real I watch you | |
| Got you under my skin like Sinatra | |
| Raise the stakes, see I believe it pays to make | |
| A thousand ways to take your tasty cake | |
| Pete Rock | |
| Hit the spotlight, and let me get right | |
| Crowd anticipation when we rock the mic | |
| It' s like sex, good to the very last nut | |
| Every word that we say, every cliche | |
| So check the survery, Phife Dawg rhyming with Diamond | |
| s get astounded, all simple like Simon | |
| Cream, working on plots and schemes | |
| To hit big clientel to the fullest, so represent, kid | |
| Pains and strife, let me live my life | |
| Born into a world that' s trife | |
| Like a knife I cut through the mazes | |
| State to state sma ng down stages, overcome with... x2 |
| zuò cí : Kirkland, Phillips, Taylor | |
| feat. Pete Rock, Phife Dawg | |
| Phife | |
| Now in this hiphop world I happen to live in, heads be ing | |
| It' s a wonder that when the punks walk, they don' t be switching | |
| Someone always got something to say, and I be itching | |
| To verbally bust their whole frame, I ain' t kidding | |
| Nothing wack over here, moneygrip, I' m always hitting | |
| And being that my name is Phife Dawg, I just be tting | |
| All over the track by Diamond, a rumor | |
| If you try to bite this style you might catch a brain tumor | |
| Nowadays it' s eather the Heather or cheddar, the babbling | |
| Put your money where your mouth is or there' ll be no battling | |
| Don' t play yourself and get dissed by Malik, it' s too embarassing | |
| Take it straight to your face like Vin Rock, the Samaritans | |
| I' m out to get the cheddar, no deals, I ain' t having it | |
| Never to work again in my life, Blake Harrington | |
| East Coast representation, as well as West | |
| Rub daddy speak, better listen, diggey knows best | |
| Diamond | |
| I' m swerving on MC' s with these degrees | |
| The only cheese you' ve seen is from promotional fees, please | |
| I don' t congregate with small timers | |
| I leave you scratching your head like Alzheimer' s | |
| In a corner with fourtimers smoking pretty women | |
| With this city rhythm I get witty with them | |
| Big D a. k. a. Ben Grin, I send men defending | |
| You run home and then send | |
| Your whole team back, scoped out I lean back | |
| Focused on greenbacks, s want to see me in green slacks | |
| Upstate doing a bid | |
| But I got plans reclined at the Sands | |
| With my team, in the name of cream | |
| Sipping on Jim Beam, still scoped your scheme | |
| It seems to me, it' s obvious, it seems to be jealousy | |
| it if it means the beat | |
| Cause I dream to be the next one on the top | |
| I might blow up, but I won' t go pop | |
| the props, I want to breeze with the cheese | |
| And my squeeze in the Florida Keys | |
| Pains and strife, let me live my life | |
| Born into a world that' s trife | |
| Like a knife I cut through the mazes | |
| State to state sma ng down stages, overcome with... x2 | |
| Diamond | |
| I' m off the hook, no more working off the book | |
| I often look at how MC' s turn soft and book | |
| Look, you couldn' t fade this renegade | |
| From when it' s made, plus your rhymes are minute made | |
| What' s the deal, for real I watch you | |
| Got you under my skin like Sinatra | |
| Raise the stakes, see I believe it pays to make | |
| A thousand ways to take your tasty cake | |
| Pete Rock | |
| Hit the spotlight, and let me get right | |
| Crowd anticipation when we rock the mic | |
| It' s like sex, good to the very last nut | |
| Every word that we say, every cliche | |
| So check the survery, Phife Dawg rhyming with Diamond | |
| s get astounded, all simple like Simon | |
| Cream, working on plots and schemes | |
| To hit big clientel to the fullest, so represent, kid | |
| Pains and strife, let me live my life | |
| Born into a world that' s trife | |
| Like a knife I cut through the mazes | |
| State to state sma ng down stages, overcome with... x2 |
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