Pain

(альбом: Money In The Bank - 2003)

They'll never take me alive, I'm getting high
Out in SouthSide nickle plated heater on my side
Every night before I rest my head, I thank to Lord
For 'scaping this situations I can't afford. (uh-huh!)
Gun and sword, drama popping all across the board (Yeah!)
Mother-fuck yo' magazine and yo' Source Awards!
Just a year ago me and Yayo were making plans (alright!)
Now shit changed, I'm signing autographs and shaking hands (that's right!)
Making grands, I got Jamaican and Haitian fans, (uh-huh!)
Went from riding BMX's to the racing Lambs. – Ya understand? (uh-huh!)
They're not my homie, – they don't even know me
I had to learn from my experience, 'cause nobody showed me!
Nobody told me, I followed no direction! (uh-uh!)
Teflon for protection, so I don't end up like the next one! (yeeeaaah!)
I gotta – leave my Mark (Mark...) – and solidify my spots
So that way when I drop God it's first class trip to the top. Damn!
Chocking, smoking that purple haaaaze. (uh-huh!) – Learned at a certain age (uh-huh!)
That once I get it! – Grab it, hold it, learn to control it. (whoooo!)
Niggas plotting, chocking, scheming, dreaming that can can be me
Believe me! It's not too easy, you ain't built for TV! Damn!
I'm hitting, splitting, duck and dodging these hoes
With an extra change of clothes, when they show-up at my shows
I gotta – clear my heard and get my work done (work done!) (yeah!)
'Cause I'm hitting multi-platinum on my first on! (first month!) (Yeah!) Whoooooo!