| Yo, pain ain’t nuthin but a part of the game
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| They got us real fucked up
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| Ain’t nuthin but a part of the game, deal wit it
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| Life -- is a hustle, I got my .45 waitin to bubble
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| I lost a lot of my loved ones to the struggle
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| It’s like I’m holdin back my breath through a muzzle
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| It’s like I got one more piece to complete the puzzle
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| You only got one chance cuz I don’t love you
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| And I’ll be boned if I cock back and slug you
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| For all my dead niggas, that’s above you
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| It’s like a feud, my family ain’t around they done
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| And if I lose one more soulja I’ma drown someone
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| Who Makaveli? |
| I give you eight to ya belly
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| For Killa Khadafi, please tell the cops to stop me
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| My brother Seeky, I’ma ride all night for ya
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| And do the same for Gustafa and Big Mike soulja
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| This to my main man comin from a Made nigga
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| I feel your pain, hold ya head, let’s get paid nigga
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| Yo hear my number Polly, call me
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| And anytime you wanna talk about the situation, involve me
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| I understand just what your goin through
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| I lost niggas too. |
| I shed tears too.
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| I can’t cry no more, yo Tony what’chu die for?
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| Three strike 915 is what I ride for
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| You and Roc hold it down, we aight (we aight)
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| We with the Outlawz, sippin Henny all night
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| Been goin through that shit since day one
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| I think I live this long, cuz I live by the gun
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| But that’s the question, I know my life is dee-per so feel me
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| Cheated death many times when niggas tryed to kill me
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| I feel yo' pain! |
| — Sick torment 'til he’s guarded
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| Keep us caged like dogs, go to shit in the yard
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| I feel yo' pain! |
| — Drownin in the rain and shit
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| The only thing that’s fucked up, we can’t change this shit
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| I feel yo' pain! |
| — Nigga yo I’m just like them
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| When I was broke on the block I had clips like them
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| I feel yo' pain! |
| — Speak it to ya straight from the heart
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| No matter what you come across you gotta live, get lost
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| Ain’t nothin to fear in this love affair, when shared with the streets
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| I’m in deep losin all kinds of sleep
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| Ain’t no love, so my eyes don’t blink
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| And I’m so shell-shocked I need to see a shrink
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| It stink, stinks so much I can’t think
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| And when it hurts too bad, I numb it up with a drink
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| And chase my liqour with a bad temper
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| Too fuckin blind for the big picture
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| Losin my mind, it’s just a sign of the times
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| And when my loved ones go, part of my insides dying wit 'em
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| Shit, ain’t nobody to blame, can’t nobody complain
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| Can you feel my pain?
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| Would you look into my world and tell me what you see now?
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| Nothing but emptiness, God replinish this
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| Fuckin with Devils shit I’m tryna stay righteous
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| Losin my love I ain’t felt pain like this
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| Start of this motherfuckin game wasn’t nice shit
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| I fuck around lost the one thing priceless
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| Cars and broads won’t do, dawg’ll slice shit
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| I’m just passin the time until my number hit
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| Fuck it I’ll run wit it, until I feel I’m done wit it
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| Stack up the ones and let my sons come up rich
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| Clutchin a piece of the past, I move on
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| Using this pain to keep a nigga strong
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| I feel it… |