| Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga 'Pac
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| So much pain
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| Uhh. |
| yeah, huh, yeah
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| All my, niggas. |
| so much pain
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| Uhh. |
| huh, yeah
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| Yeah, so. |
| much.
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| They’ll never take me alive, I’m gettin high with my fo'-five
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| Cocked on these niggas time to die
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| Even as a lil' nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain
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| I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain
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| And now I’m labeled as a thug nigga — you know the game
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| Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that’s the life I live
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| Even if I tried to go back I’d get lost (come back)
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| And everything I seem to love I done lost
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| Fuck the world if they can’t understand me
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| What else could I do? |
| I had to feed my fuckin family
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| Yo' lies is my truth, so I’m a drug to your youth
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| And you don’t want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me
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| I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide
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| My city’s full of tote-slangers and chalk lines
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| Why do we die at an early age?
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| Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge
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| Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
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| And I don’t give a fuck cause they don’t give a fuck 'bout me
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| So I keep — drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies
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| Will I live to see twenty-three? |
| There’s so much pain
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain
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| Years and years of strugglin all my life
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| Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin 'em right
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| I’m in a — little cell I call my soul lately
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| It’s been a — givin me hell and my heart is screamin, «Don't enter»
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| I’ve been cursed, for what it’s worth I feel dead
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| Spittin to you, I know I’m in way over my head
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| But Lord hear me, I believe in your «7 Day Theory»
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| Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?)
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| Too hot for you to stand near me
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| It’s so much pain, and niggas wanna kill me
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| I’m tired of the stress and the strain
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| But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me
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| They’re blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me
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| My face in, Hennessy with no chaser
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| Coke rises on every way in — keep us hustlin nigga
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| Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga
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| So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga
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| I figured I’d be considered a killer
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| Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind
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| I, can’t express my compassion, my satisfaction
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| For gettin fucked up and blastin — we all been there
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| Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie
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| And wipe the tears from yo' mother’s eyes — so much pain
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain
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| They’ll never take me alive…
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain
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| They’ll never take me alive…
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| Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain
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| They’ll never take me alive…
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain
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| They’ll never take me alive…
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| Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo
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| Cocked on these suckers, time to die
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| They got me mobbin like I’m — loc’d and ready to get my slug on
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| I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on
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| I ain’t scared to blast on these suckers if they test me
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| Trust, I got my Glock cocked, playa if they press me
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| Bust on motherfuckers with a — PASSION
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| Better duck cause I ain’t lookin when I’m — BA-BLASTIN
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| I’m a nut and drinkin Hennessy
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| And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies
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| Don’t wanna die, tell me why?
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| Cause the stress gettin major
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| A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor
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| What can I do but be a thug until I’m dead and gone
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| I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
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| These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
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| I’m real they can not see
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| And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets
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| And I be, ballin loc, don’t let 'em make you worry
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| Keep swingin at these suckers 'til you buried
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| I was born to raise — hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother
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| I’m tough — I’m kickin dust up, ready to bust
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| I’m on the scene steady muggin mean; |
| until they kill me
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| I’ll be livin this life, I know you feel me
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| There’s so much pain
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
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| Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
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| I’m tired of the strain and the pain |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Much Pain, artist - Ja Rule. Album song Pain Is Love, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп