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Mac Dre

The Pain

 

The Pain

(albüm: Al Boo Boo - 2003)


I came to bring the pain
Pain nigga (uh)
This don't feel like pain to me (no pain, no gain)
No Pain (hit em' with the heaters)

[Verse 1]
Potna I'm vicious, you better check my statistics
Pimp the blood out of bitches, and boy I off a witness
Coughing on the cat piss with some gats under the matress
Two fat double actions that chop like axes
Nigga I tear patches, bring the heat like matches
Pigs trying to snatch us but they can't catch us
Cause homie with chip, is too quick for Crown Vic
Plus I gotta give em' the slip cause I'm a ex-convict
One more strike I'm out, fuck what they talking bout
I'm hyphing out, ain't no striking out
I'm a home run hitta, get a, bitch to do my dirt
Nigga the game bring pain, that's why I hurt

[Chorus x2]
Feeling the pain
Feeling the pain
Feeling the pain
(Once more)

[Verse 2]
I got some cuddies on Kemper, with some bad ass tempers
Just laying dead to make a muthafucka wimper
In the winter rock some G-focs and peacoats, with the dope
Trying to push more flake than ski slopes
Pocket full of c-notes, trying to live life lav
But in this game sometimes you have to live like sav
It's a bumpy road, so I'm always in a grumpy mode
Drunk at the club, hella buzzed, nigga bumping hoes
Who knows I might bump a Bonnie like Clyde got
Run up with something in the bitch, why not
I'm hot, disgusted, tired of being busted
I'm telling you somebody finna get hit with the musket

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
I'm a do what I gotta do to get it up out of you
Fuck robbing one, fool a rob a crew
We call it eatting when we catch a fool leaking
Straight face take his shit, nigga no sneaking
We can get a knot out a spot, hop coast
Murder, get further, to a spot that's not close
Get cheese like nachos, go bother some notch hoes
Always keeping the hascos strapped like Roscoes
P. Coldtrain, we feed cocaine
To the dope fiends, who need dope mayne
Knock, knock who is it
My lil' nigga with the smidgets
Trying to stack some digits
Nigga can you dig it?

[Chorus x2]

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