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Tupac Shakur
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Pain [Nu-Mixx]
作詞:David Grusin, Earl Klugh, Kevin Rhames, Tupac Shakur, Christopher Walker, Randy Walker
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 four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time ta die Even as a youngster Causin' ruckis on tha back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school Kickin' up dust But now, I'm labeled as a trouble maker 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 about 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 Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger Never been a stranger ta homicide My cities full of gang bangers and drive-bys Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young But still a victim of the 12 gage My memories of a corpse Mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to court So fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' Hennessey Runnin' from my enemies
Will I live to be 23 There's so much pain
Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain
Years and years of that rough life Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid And growin' tough with a knife
And livin' trifled on the regular Bokin' out competitors See them take a move and take them down Like a fuckin' predator
Get in trouble everyday 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
(For my grimies of grimiest) 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 With love for me, pop, pop, pop And send a chuckle up above for me And yo come and seek [unverified]but I didn't cry
Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke And now I'm tha one that's lookin' lovely Pop the drop top and all tha bitches want ta 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 tha mack, yo People check it
Get disrespected if you front tha the Birdman You heard, man? Catch a couple shots from tha glock in my hand Damn, release some realistic with my biscuit
You know, you get your ass twisted so run for cover Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust So if you're on, nigga, look for the gage 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
Oh, oh
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 ready if they press me Bust some motherfuckers with a passion Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blasting
I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessey And gettin' high on tha lookout for my enemies Don't wanna die, tell me why? 'Cause this stress is gettin' major A buck fist across my face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone? Keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong These sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep But will they? Can I see and everyday it just a struggle
Steady thuggin' in the streets and I'll be ballin' loc Don't let 'em make you worry Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta With a motha on drugs
I'm kickin' dust up, ready ta 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
Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain Oh, tired of tha strain and tha pain, oh
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