Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pain, artist - Big Noyd. Date of issue: 17.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pain |
| Nighttime shift, you know it gets no realer than this |
| What! |
| we be comin, we comin, 41st side nigga, gangstaz |
| Come on, we be in your face bitch |
| You know when Q U come through we get 'em for they chain |
| They ain’t sayin, quick to blow your motha’fuckin brains |
| Nigga light the Benz on autor, word to the daughter |
| Feel me black, ya' niggas wanna beef, ya' niggas betta squeeze |
| Hope he left his memories and fact, assumin that I love |
| That the streets and my gats, who hold me down? |
| Who got my back?, no one, who holdin me down? |
| Who got my back? |
| shit my big guns makin you cowards run |
| I hit the bitch all in the lungs son wack 'em |
| When I flashed on 'em, I had his man turn an ass on 'em |
| Cuz the dezzy was pointed on his headdy |
| This niggas ain’t ready, dunn I dead crew |
| And ain’t got shit poppin on Channel One news |
| Who the fuck is these dudes? |
| niggas wanna fuck |
| Who the fuck wanna screw? |
| I’m reach for my shit ready to blast one |
| Doin jukes wit the one they say the mask on |
| Yo hold me down your heart is low budget son |
| You had one in the head but you didn’t pull it son |
| No time for fake-ness |
| Be the first and last mistake you eva fuckin make bitch! |
| Come out and stop hidin, deal wit the pressure |
| Before I send hunger and gun to come get ya |
| Wit 4−4's and betta, dumb-dumb's I bet ya |
| You won’t even feel wit when they kill ya |
| So watch your back bitch! |
| Cuz we ghetto gangsta shit, 41st side nigga |
| Come on, cuz we comin, we comin, we comin |
| 41st side what we here now |
| Lets show 'em how we get down |
| **repeat 2X** |
| All I see is crime outside and truthfully I can’t take it |
| All these pains inside, don’t think I’mma make it |
| Shit!, the game is real so you must stay strong |
| All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone |
| I know cats that hate to take flicks |
| Blood thick in the hip by lingua chicks |
| Eager to strip, cornball slip, they knees stash closer to my dick |
| Savage dude eatin food disturbin the eagle trips |
| Son kissed to my lips bein bees played the concrete |
| Snow in the summer to increase your heart-beat |
| Duke, make it happen so retrovior right? |
| But when I black out and cut ya’ll in half and sayin it ain’t right? |
| Six building of the hook, henny and remy’s |
| Stand dawg lays in samy at your enemy |
| Now they pass memories, I pal chicken til the death |
| Legal raw or legal I’m covered so fuck the ATF |
| Now fact the lord my thoughts are raw |
| I’m capable to leave the sickness seemed to chair-fold |
| Now the fair war, or severe any man hoar head |
| Shots chest, shots squeeze til this red hot |
| Bubble like where hustle and numb rocks |
| Soften your hard rocks wit one shot |
| And put your mind on your opposery |
| Blood ooze on his rose-rary |
| As I back away cautiously |
| **repeat 3X** |