Eazy-e - So Much Pain lyrics

[Verse 1: 2Pac] As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me See you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me wanna leave I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve Your suspicious I deceive give me grief without belief but to me If you really trust me then it's pitiful Question me about my whereabouts that's so trivial Let me live my life and you can live yours Just be there to help me and support that's what your here for Not to give me stress and add to pressure Home is where I go the rest I go to pa** the test I'm sorry if I left you all alone But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the phone Don't you trust me? [Verse 2: Biggie] I grew up a f**in screw up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f**in blew up Choppin rocks overnight The n***a Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, n***a I'm too fat I f** around and catch a asthma attack That's why I bust back, [gun shot] it don't phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Lay back, I got some money to make, motherf**er [Verse 3: Eazy E] Now everythings good in my hood And its on and pop and Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E From East Side South Compton Str8 givin' up the real On how a n***a feel talk that sh** Muthaphukkaz caps get peeled Layin' low in the cut Gettin how than a muthaphuka n***as knows whats up I'm that gangsta, gangsta is that what there still yellin' n***a G to a T saggin' and bailin' Live by the gun you know what I'm sayin' Ren "Yea" So I guess I'll die by that muthaphukka then So when I die n***as bury me Make sure my sh** reads Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E And it's a fact to be exact my tombstone should read: He Put Compton On That Map And thats how a n***a feel When I'm givin' up Tha Muthaphukkin Real