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Ja Rule - So Much Pain Şarkı Sözleri
[ja rule] 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 [ja rule] they´ll never take me alive, i´m 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 i´m labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that´s the life i live even if i tried to go back i´d get lost (come back) and everything i seem to love i done lost fuck the world if they can´t understand me what else could i do? i had to feed my fuckin family yo´ lies is my truth, so i´m a drug to your youth and you don´t want ´em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me i spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide my city´s 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 don´t give a fuck ´cause they don´t give a fuck ´bout me so i keep - drinkin hennessy, bustin at my enemies will i live to see twenty-three? there´s so much pain [chorus] ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh i´m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain) ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh i´m tired of the strain and the pain [ja rule] years and years of strugglin all my life runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin ´em right i´m in a - little cell i call my soul lately it´s been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "don´t enter" i´ve been cursed, for what it´s worth i feel dead spittin to you, i know i´m 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 it´s so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me i´m tired of the stress and the strain but my, grimiest grimeys got love for me they´re 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 i´d be considered a killer doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind i, can´t 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´ mother´s eyes - so much pain [chorus] - repeat 2x ("they´ll never take me alive..." -> 2pac) ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh i´m tired of the strain and the pain ("they´ll never take me alive..." -> 2pac) ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain ("they´ll never take me alive..." -> 2pac) i´m tired of the strain and the pain ("they´ll never take me alive..." -> 2pac) ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo ("cocked on these suckers, time to die" -> 2pac) [2pac] they got me mobbin like i´m - loc´d 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 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 ain´t lookin when i´m - ba-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 the stress gettin major a buck-fifty ´cross 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 headstrong these sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep i´m real they can not see and everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets and i be, ballin loc, don´t 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 i´m tough - i´m 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 [chorus] - repeat 2x w/ variations ooooohhhhh, pain |
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