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Ja Rule

So Much Pain

 

So Much Pain

(album: Pain Is Love - 2001)


Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga 'Pac
So much pain

Uh yeah, huh, yeah
All my, niggas so much pain
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah, so much

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

They'll never take me alive, I'm getting high with my fo'-five
Cocked on these niggas time to die
Even as a lil' nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain
I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain
And now I'm labeled as a thug nigga you know the game
Smoking weed, fucking hoes, slanging thangs, that's the life I live
Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost (come back)
And everything I seem to love I done lost
Fuck the world if they can't understand me
What else could I do? I had to feed my fucking family
Yo' lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth
And you don't want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me
I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines
Why do we die at an early age?
Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
And I don't give a fuck 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me
So I keep drinking Hennessy, busting at my enemies
Will I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain

Years and years of struggling all my life
Running wild as a kid, grew up blazing 'em right
I'm in a little cell I call my soul lately
It's been a-giving me hell and my heart is screaming, "Don't enter"
I've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead
Spitting to you, I know I'm in way over my head
But Lord hear me, I believe in your "7 Day Theory"
Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?)
Too hot for you to stand near me
It's so much pain, and niggas wanna kill me
I'm tired of the stress and the strain
But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me
They're blazing, sending shotguns up above for me
My face in, Hennessy with no chaser
Coke rises on every way in keep us hustling nigga
Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga
So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga
I figured I'd be considered a killer
Doing crime excited my mind and leading the blind
I, can't express my compassion, my satisfaction
For getting fucked up and blasting we all been there
Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie
And wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes so much pain

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain

("They'll never take me alive.")
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive.")
Oh, tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive.")
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive.")
Oh, no
("Cocked on these suckers, time to die")

They got me mobbing like I'm loc'd and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfucking gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me
Trust, I got my Glock cocked, playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a passion
Better duck 'cause I ain't looking when I'm ba-blasting
I'm a nut and drinking Hennessy
And getting high on the lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, tell me why?
Cause the stress getting major
A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
I'm real they can not see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thugging on the streets
And I be, balling loc, don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swinging at these suckers 'til you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother
I'm tough I'm kicking dust up, ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady mugging mean; until they kill me
I'll be living this life, I know you feel me
There's so much pain

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain

Oh, pain

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