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Pain Is Love

Cappadonna

Drop City S.I.M.P. Son: Staten Island's Most Popular Son

2008

you at, then ya ass is got

[Chorus]

[Solomon Childs]
We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic
Conceived with slow jams by

So let me be me
Let me be
And let me take you somewhere deep
Cause the only way I can live and breathe
Is to wear my deep-old soul on my sleeve

Cause

how I ball
The K its a tell of two cities
You can live or die
Know your enemies
And keep your Glock cocked
And ready to ride
Staying fresh in 4Horseman

of dark delights
A cenobite on rare occasions

I prowl at night in pink and white
Deceptive guise in monochrome
I'll let you pay to give me head
By head I

a ruger like I wear it

Call up Cool, take the stem out his carrot
P’s in get it off like a clearance
Annihilate him with the 40 like seraph
Where you

really felt that bar
My funds low and gas prices higher than the stars
So that's atleast a 40 ball you wan' get in my car
You must've hit a 8 ball thinking

Ain't no red lights in the City of Green
I been racing with myself ain't no shoulder to Lean
Elevated Demonstrations Motivated the team
When you

Walk in wit the fye
I don't count the caliber unless it's forty-five
Dressed in all white
Got 3 bitches by my side
If you can't go then get behind
If

rocking you like lift-off

Yeah, I'm finna wear you out
Yeah, we somewhere ducked off
Don't know our whereabouts
Raining pussy since my balls dropped
Don't

how to get it from the mud from the soil
Show you how to get it all show you how to ball too
How she want me spend it all if she a dog then im a dog too

Peep i blow bands everyday its some stashed that
I kept
And my chain cost more then yo house
By itself
Two blicks just me in the house by myself
Fuck

they seen was six foreigns when I pulled up to the show
Seen you standing by the strippers but who really threw the most
If I crash the next foreign then

like a fuckin' alcoholic
I'm just being honest
Don Yon on it
Wear my crown just like a halo
If you hate me please just say so
Blacking out like "where

my money

Staying high, doing business, like the gass
By any means necessary, we gon get the cash
The fast money come in quick, get you hit
In your

a soft ball
Maybe we just call it like a foul ball
But you might just have to call me on my bluff
Cause you're so addictive hit me like a drug
All you give

for a glance at me

Reflecting on the reflection in the mirror 20 years ago
Now Norma Jean is dead you wonder where did all the time go
You wear it in

Smoking that crazy double cup with the syrup uh

I got the gas and they want me to serve
I'm charging 40 for the fucking ball
I'm whipping 40s out for all

on accordance
You get clapped by this audience
I always paid attention
Cause it don't really cost much
Maybe only just your life
Them Choppers be popping like

diamonds
No time on my Roley cuz I'm livin timeless
Killin the track by myself u can't fight it
U know we the best
But yo ass tryna hide it
They hearin flow

by the hour I be lost in the sour
They shower dirty niggas for respect money power
Live by the gun then you die by the powder
Inside a bullet when

the Pacer in the summertime
Loaded up the tape deck playing Piece of Mind
Forget about your flip flops if they're outta reach
You can wear your dirty hi-tops

went through more ups
And downs than a seesaw
But this a grown man's world
So you need balls million and one problems
The fuck you bitching at me for?

Holocaust (Silkworm)

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo [Bonus CD]

1998

out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel 

Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo 

Scared your ass, you jumped

itchy, my body squirms; what chu talking, I'm not concerned
Bitch, do you know who the fuck I am? I go by the name of The Mojavi Burn
Do I look like I wear