| Oh lawd
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| Oh lawd
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| Too many dead on tha same street
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| My pain run deep
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| 3 dead in tha same Jeep
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| My pain run deep
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| Prosecutor tryna frame me
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| My pain run deep
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| They shootin' at me
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| Tryna slain me
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| My pain run deep
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| You know I be wit' that
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| Vest on wit' that choppa tho
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| Will bang it all at Pappadeaux
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| You, You, You
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| All ya’ll
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| The impossible
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| I ain’t runnin' from nobody
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| We got problems
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| We neglect it
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| Only here to send 1 message
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| Pussy boy
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| You gon' respect it
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| Killed Ivy
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| Tha whole car too
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| So you know I can’t bar you
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| On site if I saw you
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| Dearly depart you
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| Damn homie how they caught you
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| Many nights
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| Wish I could call you
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| The same way I feel bout my father
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| Lost Ghost
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| It hurted harder than the muthafuckin' kidney stone nigga
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| Cuz that kidney stone sharp
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| But this shit here long nigga
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| Damn Titus
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| I wish I could bond ya out nigga
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| But they don’t want our money
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| They wanna take us out
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| Too many dead on tha same street
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| My pain run deep
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| 3 dead in tha same Jeep
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| My pain run deep
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| Prosecutor tryna frame me
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| My pain run deep
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| They shootin' at me
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| Tryna slain me
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| My pain run deep
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| My nigga shot
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| And he can’t breathe
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| My pain run deep
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| I wouldn’t have stopped
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| They woulda got me
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| My pain run deep
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| Deathrow
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| They tried to stop me
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| My pain run deep
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| Diabetes out this i. |
| v
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| Hospitals, hot pistols
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| We can’t leave home
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| If its not wit' us
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| Boy my life is in another league
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| Duckin' blues
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| Blowin' trees
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| Fuck it
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| I’m tha leader of tha crabs
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| In the public, fuck it
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| It’s ugly
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| That money don’t mean shit right now
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| I need surgery
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| 90 G’s or they won’t cut me
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| My pain run deep
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| I’m on tha table
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| And I’m gettin nervous
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| My pain run deep
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| They put murders on my whole circle
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| My pain run deep
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| Tha bank
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| They hit me for a half a ticket
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| My pain run deep
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| I been goin' through some thangs
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| I see blood in my eyes
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| Too many thugs in tha street
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| Who I loved
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| They done died
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| Murder 1
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| Slide, slide
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| Now a nigga baptized
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| So many murders on our street
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| We got murder on our mind
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| Most of us ain’t read tha signs
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| Smiled, and told em fuck ‘em
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| When indicted for my crime
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| Just cuz my cousin, my cousin
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| Shit they gave that boy a dime
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| My other cousin
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| He got 30
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| And he ain’t never been convicted
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| All my life
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| Man it been twisted
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| Say a prayer to all tha kids
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| Lick tha letter
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| Send it to you
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| Then you receive it on ya bid
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| Me and tha police got a bad history
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| Can’t stand them bitches
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| Before they killed Alton Sterling
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| They been spankin' us niggas
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| Too many dead on tha same street
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| Southside, Eastside
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| You know what they say on tha West Coast
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| Too many gangstas on tha same beach
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| Black Dickies
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| And a white tee
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| Soulja Ree’s |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Pains Run Deep , by - Boosie Badazz. Song from the album BooPac, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп