Artist：ja rule Songs Title：so much pain Rest in peace to my nigga stretch, my nigga pac So much pain
Uhh.. yeah, huh, yeah All my, niggas.. so much pain Uhh.. huh, yeah Yeah, so.. much.. Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh Theyll never take me alive, Im gettin high with my fo-five Cocked on these niggaz 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 Im labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, thats the life I live Even if I tried to go back Id get lost （come back） And everything I seem to love I done lost Fuck the world if they cant understand me What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family Yo lies is my truth, so Im a drug to your youth And you dont want em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide My citys 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 dont give a fuck cause they dont give a fuck bout me So I keep - drinkin hennessy, bustin at my enemies Will I live to see twenty-three? theres so much pain Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh Im tired of the strain and the pain （so much pain） Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh Im tired of the strain and the pain Years and years of strugglin all my life Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin em right Im in a - little cell I call my soul lately Its been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, dont enter Ive been cursed, for what its worth I feel dead Spittin to you, I know Im 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 Its so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me Im tired of the stress and the strain But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me Theyre blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me My face in, hennessy with no chaser Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin 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 Id be considered a killer Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind I, cant express my compassion, my satisfaction For gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie And wipe the tears from yo mothers eyes - so much pain Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh Im tired of the strain and the pain Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain Im tired of the strain and the pain Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo They got me mobbin like Im - locd and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on I aint 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 aint lookin when Im - ba-blastin Im a nut and drinkin hennessy And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies Dont wanna die, tell me why? Cause the stress gettin major A buck-fifty cross the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until Im dead and gone I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep Im real they can not see And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets And I be, ballin loc, dont let em make you worry Keep swingin at these suckers til you buried I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother Im tough - Im kickin dust up, ready to bust Im on the scene steady muggin mean until they kill me Ill be livin this life, I know you feel me Theres so much pain Ooooohhhhh, pain
