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Albums:

Feel No Pain (Sade) · I Can Feel Your Pain (Gyptian) · Pain I Feel [Cassette Single] (Blahzay Blahzay) · Feel the Pain (Dinosaur Jr.) · Feel the Buzz: No Pain (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Phat Too Furious (Too Phat) · Booty Phat Classics [Clean] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sittin' on Something Phat (Ant Banks) · Phat Trax: The Best of Old School, Vol. 6 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Phat Trax: The Best of Old School, Vol. 7 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


love what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
I drop shit like birds
And it's about the time for yo' ass to get served
gin 'fore youu get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Lil' homies
Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Lil
Is a precious lil girl n such a pretty lil girl, 
Now shes grown up to a women n she used to be my lil girl. 
Her daddy don't like men, he barely
the pain? 
Your racing through my veins 
Can't you feel the pain? 
Your heart stops beating 
Can't you feel the pain 
Like orgasms 

Can't you feel
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
the way I feel

And it's high lonesome
High lonesome heartbroken and blue
High lonesome
Lil? darling I'm lonesome for you

Do you ever get weary roamin'
(Lil Wayne talking)
Fuck, Man I been on this block all day
Hot ??? my shirt, Hot
Boy that look like Baby
That ain't Baby
That is that nigga
dancing in my mansion with no panties
Want to get me
Three girls Gucci trippin'
That's a lot of women
Expensive denim jeans on
Designer heels ya feel me?
I
And you could never feel the love without knowing the pain
Bracelet and the pinky ring, go with the chain
These the different kind of jewels though, that
and the C.O. check this. Lil El.

Crusin' down the street in my 64 
A brother stuck a strap in my window
So I grabbed the strap mashed on the gas
Had that
I was born to be a soldier!

[Chorus: x4]

[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton
dancing in my mansion with no panties
Want to get me
Three girls Gucci trippin'
That's a lot of women
Expensive denim jeans on
Designer heels ya feel me?
I
last breath
That's why when I perform I give until there's nothing left
No competition, my opposition gonna feel the pain
More complications,
While y'all drive match box,
I push the hot wheels,
Don chichi wit' da mass appeal,
Lettin' champagne spill,
From my house to my grill, see,
All
Pain without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

You're sick of feeling numb
Pain without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

You're sick of feeling numb
You're
Five minutes to midnight and the mood is right
A lot of wine, a 'lil music, slow dancing by candlelight
Can't you feel it inside you there's
a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a nigga, 
but a nigga ain't rich
Verse 2 *(Phats Bossi)*
When things is usual we pop Christy
An stack them Bentley's
Ya pockets empty pretending to be me
They name me Bossi
My whole
the back seat, I'm in the back seat
At the light, open the door, showin' my ass
You know how phat be
Impala drop on shontaez
O it's the dumb way
Lil
many hoes want to fuck Lil' Ke
2 or 3 now black it should be more than that
I'm sittin' low sittin' phat creemats in the cat
I grab my gat blugs back
While y'all drive match box,
I push the hot wheels,
Don chichi wit' da mass appeal,
Lettin' champagne spill,
From my house to my grill, see,
All
what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
Y'all drop shit like birds
Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served
Just
the box
Or-di-nary pain
When I put my stuff on key and lock
Or-di-nary pain
It makes me feel kind of sick
Or-di-nary pain
To know love put you in