Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel My Pain, artist - AZ. Date of issue: 14.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Feel My Pain |
| This ain’t just rap, this is about connection |
| ya crabs could trap talk, this about respect. |
| I’m a mixture of Mutulu and Malcolm X*young Rick the Ruler, my mouths is a mess. |
| My low homey home he on house arrest, |
| try to tell homey be grown, This is about success. |
| the streets been sewn we see a thousand deaths, |
| So many nuts bust we rarely get aroused for sex |
| Try to do leers at the clear, lounge on decks |
| Among those who couldn’t care what’s around my neck. |
| Ten respects BBM’n or sendin' a text linen fresh |
| either we sinnin or blendin in with Execs |
| nigga I’m blessed puff blunts with big in the flesh |
| due to Nas in '95 with the bridge address |
| Live what I rep, I’m real no identity theft, my will |
| It’s like a prison, I’m pulling this stretch, it’s ill! |
| Recreation, my reputation, Could bring together that gangs from separation, |
| So, no dough, no explanations, blow! |
| Get lows my expectations glow. |
| OG, G.O.D and I know no Nigger that could deep on me! |
| The way I put the words together, they want something new, |
| So let’s get reacquainted! |
| Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow! |
| You talkin' like this was a thing of the past! |
| Switch Hustlas been killin em ever since |
| Hey you tell the truth Dawg |
| It only makes sense! |
| Reminisce rent a miss' this is limitless, |
| started from the Genesis school, |
| Though I been it since |
| Touch down scrimmages talkin to your Nemesis, |
| barkin at your innocence, finding that you’re friends ain’t shit |
| Let me finish it! |
| Few Niggers benefit! |
| New Niggers tend to send a cent to the penetent |
| Camp style, I know now what kill I’m in |
| No resemblance moving off my inner strength |
| superb penmanship, heard that my pen' was sick |
| Never impetent wonder where my Niggers went, |
| Die hard is still the point even when I’m bent |
| Fly cars, Louis scarves, everything is meant |
| Two-ten new in charge Imma bring suspense, |
| White Ice Blue Y’all ain’t seen me since |
| The young god, took a charge for 'em two attempts, |
| In my defense, I’m due to vent |
| Rap convo, blackin' over congos, |
| glass condo, relaxed in the dawn mode |
| Both arms fold, feet up on the console |
| Fuckin bomb holds skeetin on your cornrows |
| My boy Alonzo beat another homo |
| Let the dawn flow try and get the Bronze dough, |
| Head honcho high with a Milan glow, |
| How them horns blow make a nigga mambo, |
| White Bronco, address beef pronto, breast meat combo, don’t be a John Doe |
| Still calm though, OG at the trial when they hit Busy Bee in '03, |
| Low key, live wire flow be, 5th gear mode it could rip earlobes |
| think quick on my tiptoes, life’s a bitch and the chick chose |