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Albums:

Oh Yes - Aka Postman/Shottas (Juelz Santana) · Deliver Me Unto Pain (Banished) · The French et Encore du Pain: The Complete 1995 Paris Live (Buzzcocks) · Paris: Encore du Pain (Buzzcocks) · Perfection in Pain (Corporation 187) · Feel No Pain (Sade) · More Songs of Pain (Daniel Johnston) · Drink to Kill My Pain (Evil Devil) · Pleasure & Pain (112) · Healing the Pain (Bunky Green) – and 90 other albums »


in my blood I love killin you fools (This here for my shottas) 
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!! 

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
(Wat)
Buss any money mi a got
And mi pants and mi shirt and mi shoes and mi socks
And mi Benz and mi drive by wid de bling in mi watch
And a Mini mek
(Wat)
Buss any money mi a got
And mi pants and mi shirt and mi shoes and mi socks
And mi Benz and mi drive by wid de bling in mi watch
And a Mini mek
path will die today 
By my AK!!! (Gunshot!!!) AK!!! (Gunshot!!!) AK!!! (Gunshot!!!) AK!!! (Gunshot!!!) 

Have you ever spent one day on my block?!
Things gettin' hard but we're still grindin' up
(To stay true) to all my niggas
We done came up and cop cribs by the river
Before the Feds came down
niggas 
Things gettin' hard but we're still grindin' up 
(To stay true) to all my niggas 
We done came up and cop cribs by the river 

Before the Feds
frames, Long Beach top shotta
I don't count on niggas but I might count dollars
I don't count on hoes but I might count dollars
I don't count on haters
and dat really nuh suffice, 
 And if dem think wi done wi ago give dem a surprise, 
 A who say dem a shotta and a grudge wi fi we ice, 
 Wi nice but that
Boiled pain
Rip their castles
I swear
I swore
Boiled pain
Rip out cradles
I swear
I swore
Boiled pain
We can't stay his
I swear
I swore

By
Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds I pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin'
blotters
You convinced me, I hit targets like top shottas
Out in the mideast like Muslims takin' Shahada
I'm sayin' makin' a profit a product
a foreign car, she in another car
I pull up to the job, I walk in her job
And cum in her jaw like shotta
Se pasa en mi casa
Ain't lookin' over, I'm
never inna shotta plan
Ghetto youth mek money
Tek money stash money
Inna bank book cash money
More money more trouble
More Moet more bubble
More
Yeah
Just call me young nigga
Our money grown doe
By the way
Lets go yeah
You already know what time it is lets go

[Chorus]
I said I'm young
cold heart but spit fire
Apply pressure nigga with no pliers
Block burner, rider you top shotta
I got the heart of a tiger, no lion
Quiet, you know
too bellya

When mi a wat
(Wat)
Buss any money mi a got
And mi pants and mi shirt and mi shoes and mi socks
And mi Benz and mi drive by wid de
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart

When you by chance
Go
never inna shotta plan
Ghetto youth mek money
Tek money stash money
Inna bank book cash money
More money more trouble
More Moet more bubble
More
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go

I said I'm Young by
Laying by my precious 
Not long ago 
Hiding behind the shadows 
Of your broken soul 
Why is it always you and something you can never have? 
Why
(verse 1-t-pain)
Number 1 shotta
Bad man make the girls shake like maracas
M-16 bust and take your whole top off
Were deal ear me don't fuck with
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart

When you by chance
Go knock
far back, boy shottas, man, he had the 6 pack
And I'm back with the tribe on a quest to go harder
So hard, you gon' think I'm all 3 Carters
Why
Things gettin' hard but we're still grindin' up
(To stay true) to all my niggas
We done came up and cop cribs by the river
Before the Feds came down
on the face
Of the tramp at the bar
And I'm the reds by the bed
Of the suicide star

You know me- I'm pain
I'm your pain
Your own private pain