Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pain, artist - Fat Joe. Album song Darkside III, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: R4 So Valid
Song language: English
Pain |
Pack a magazine just incase I gotta clap a boy for fuckin up my vibe |
Ever since I’m 17 had them jumpin jacks hopin in and out of rides |
Nobody that the sweat, nobody like rejects |
Stuck up Mister Softee with the wall with the Brooklyn Deceps |
Where you think the scar came from?! |
Nigga we been mobbin since day one |
Nigga when the cops rush niggas had to run stach the cracks in the pay phone |
nigga! |
Damn this depressed yet, triple gold diamond bezzled it |
Heavy is the head that wears the crown in the tub screamin fly pelican |
In the rooftops for the pigeons, niggas losin their religion |
Gold lots of those over Coca-Cola sweaters pitchin what was stitched in |
What you know about pain! |
I know about pain nigga! |
Yeah! |
Uh! |
Against all odds Phil Collins hearin callin +In The Air Of The Night+ |
That sound of crack fiends in tag teams suckin air out the pipe |
Down the block from where it began took his last breath dirty mattress |
Uh! |
I feel like Al Capone how they did him dirty for them fuckin taxes |
Uh! |
Rest in peace Cato that shy rack I sling that bitch |
In the elevator goin up with B.I.G. |
me thinkin damn he rich |
Madoff made off like Robin Hood on them Wall Street kids |
Workin on the Basciat depend on what brush you paint it with |
Uh! |
Darkside 3!!! |