Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pain, artist - Puff Daddy. Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pain |
| Uncle puffy? |
| Can you read us a bedtime story, please? |
| Huh? |
| please? |
| Alright check this out right here |
| Woke up smoked up, broked up What i had left and rolled up, lit it Had a shorty that i brought home, hit it Sent her on her way, i got no time today |
| (yo, i’mma call you next week, aight?) |
| With all this work i got no time to play (ok) |
| Cash come and go, and i want mine to stay |
| Alot of these fake cats won’t mind the day |
| I get an unfair play, then the stairway |
| That’s why i’m like twa, the airway |
| Niggas wantin’to believe what they heard through hear-say |
| Hopin', but forget it Check the mail, it’s a letter from jail, from hoboken |
| I open and i read it, it said |
| What da deal son? |
| It’s ya nigga teals in the field, and it’s real son |
| I’mma have to steal one |
| Caught up on the run with a gun |
| Can’t walk with it down then you can’t conceal one |
| What to do? |
| I dont’know if ya knew, that kid, true? |
| Up in 1−2-2, he plottin’to get you |
| I hear he’s due |
| You just do what need doin' |
| Let’s not forget these niggas could bleed too, one |
| Ok, good |
| Those cats don’t keep it real as they should |
| Heard they don’t pay good |
| Stand around all day wishin’they could |
| But this green fufills they dreams |
| They ain’t a team |
| Answering machine on screen |
| Phone rings, it was arlene from queens |
| Head was mean, had a head for schemes |
| Told her she get head to see me But she play her hand proper, nothin’can stop her |
| Hey yo, what up playboy? |
| I’m out in saint croix |
| With sun cats that say they real |
| But they toys |
| I heard ya doin’it though |
| And you in the flow |
| Some niggas wanna ruin ya show? |
| What up, yo? |
| Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block? |
| Or i could leave him in his bed dead, with his dick robbed |
| Na boo, i’mma show you how i do Just hit me when you get up top |
| But come on through (aight) |
| Now i’m doin’inventory |
| Guns, clips, vest, bullets |
| So when i pull it, it’s the end of story |
| Leadin’my men to glory |
| Then get shorty to hold a pound for me I know she down for me Yeah, sneak up on 'em like a car thief |
| These niggas mad cause it’s my party |
| And my benz is wide-bodied |
| Despise me, like the feds despise ghotti |
| That i kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby |
| So try me, go 'head and take a bite |
| Might as well say good night |
| Try to put me in the dark, i don’t take it light |
| Now if it’s wrong, make it right |
| Not tommorow, tonight |
| They barkin', i know the bite |
| Jumped in the b-n-z |
| Niggas gonna see the e-n-d fuckin’with me See, i knew he was a snake out the ground |
| Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds |
| Take it to the pier where you can’t make out the sounds |
| Thoughts in my head goin''round, it’s goin’down |
| Pull up to his block, i’mma put it to his knock |
| But, i don’t see him, wouldn’t wanna be in town |
| Ride around for a minute |
| Thinkin''bout the pain that hell brings |
| Interrupted by a cell ring |
| Yeah yeah |
| hey boo come and get me, i’m here |
| where? |
| teterboro |
| Give me a few |
| It was like i flew |
| But it felt kinda strange, it was like i knew |
| Pulled up around 2, late like i do With the urge to bug |
| She gave me a nervous hug |
| And when i heard the slugs |
| What i saw in the blur was thugs |
| Tryin’to soak my fur with blood |
| Dropped to the curb and ducked |
| Pulled out the fifth, duck behind a car |
| Like «how i’m gon’get out this shit?» |
| These niggas don’t know what they about to get |
| A one way ticket to hell in my gun jail |
| Bust my gun at three and one fell |
| The other two, waitin’to see what i’mma do Hope you brought your arms |
| Cuz you’re gonna need 'em to hold me Peeped around the car slowly |
| Then i let 'em have the whole wheat |
| Man there’s six million ways to die |
| And you chose me, but i’m an og And in the distance is police |
| I’m still bustin', tryin’to kill something |
| And i can’t hide the fact that i peeled something |
| I feel this thing, like in a minute i won’t feel a thing |
| The two cats jumped in the blue ac' |
| I fired one shot, they fired two back |
| They murked off in the night |
| I get them fools back, man they ain’t seen the last of me But i’m bleeding rapidly |
| Shot up in the stomach and that wasn’t how it had to be Heartbeat failin', car alarm wailin' |
| Couldn’t walk straight then the firearm failed |
| Now i’m thinkin’how this bitch played me Then i faded |