Pain [Original Version]
Stretch, 2Pac
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I couldn't help but notice your pain My pain? It runs deep – share it with me! They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my 4-5 Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on The back of the bus I was a fool all through high school Kickin' up dust But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker – who can you blame? Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain So I'm hopeless, rollin' down The freeway swervin', don't worry I'm 'bout to crash up on the Curb 'cause my vision's blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me – what should I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family – what else could I do But be a thug? Out slangin' with the homies F*ck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs! Got my mind on danger Never been a stranger to homicide My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's Why do we die at an early age? He was so young But still a victim of the 12 gauge My memories of a corpse Mind full of sick thoughts And I ain't goin' back to court So f*ck what you thought! I'm drinkin' Hennessy Runnin' from my enemies Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain Ohhhh tired of the strain and the pain ("Don't get too close because You might get shot") ohhhh Tired of the strain and the pain ("Don't get too close because You might get shot, boy") Years and years of that rough life Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid And growin' tough with a knife And livin' trifed on the regular Buckin' out competitors See 'em fake a move and chase 'em down like the fuckin' Predator Get in trouble every day in school Act a fool And you know I had to break every rule Showin' off for the bitches 'cause I had the mad rep so I had to watch my back When it was time to step But my grimeys is the grimiest With love for me pop, pop, pop And send a chuckle up above for me Ayo, currency kept passin' me by But I didn't cry, broke Got hit off with the pack And started sellin' coke And now the money's lookin' lovely Pop the drop-top and now the Bitches wanna rub me Kick 'em the game, it's all the same I kick it back yo, give 'em slack, yo And now they label me the mack, yo People check it Get disrespected if you front on The Birdman, you heard, man Catch a couple shots from the Glock in my hand Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit You know you get yo' ass twisted So run for cover Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust So if you owe, nigga Look for the gauge to bust A lot of pressure with the street fame It's a deep game And my mama always cryin', yo There's so much pain Ohhhh so tired, so tired ("Don't get too close because You might get shot") ohhhh Soso ("Don't get too close because You might get shot") They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed And ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip My motherfuckin' gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these Suckas 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 lookin' when I'm blastin' I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessy And gettin' high on the lookout for my Enemies, don't wanna die, tell me why 'Cause this stress is gettin' major A buck 50 across 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 head strong These sorry bastards wanna kill Me in my sleep i'm real, they cannot see And every day is just a struggle Steady thuggin' on the streets And I'll be ballin', loc Don't let 'em make you worry Keep swingin' at these suckas 'til you buried I was born to raise hell A nigga from the gutta Word to mother, I'm touched Out kickin' dust up, ready to bust I'm on the scene, steady muggin' mean Until they kill me i'll be livin' this life I know you feel me there's so much pain Ohhh tired of the strain and the pain ("Don't get too close because You might get shot") ohhh Tired of the strain and the pain ("Don't get too close because You might get shot") ohhh Tired of the strain and the pain ("Don't get too close because You might get shot") ohhh Tired of the strain and the pain ("Don't get too close because You might get shot, boy") Ohhh ("You might get shot")
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Written by: Christopher X. Walker, Randy Walker, Kevin Rhames, Tupac Shakur, Earl Wilbert Jr. Klugh, Dave Grusin
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