Frost (West Coast) - The Pain lyrics

[Cisco] Wish the pain go away [Frost] Cause it hurts so bad [Nino] You can't stop it Chorus: Nino Brown & Don Cisco I wish the pain Would go away But with money come the fame It's such a dirty game I wish the pain Would go away But sometimes It feels like we livin' in a last days [Verse 1: Frost] Tu sabes, la vida malo, life's a struggle (Son) It's hard growing up Gettin' out the barrio One way or another We gotta make it Everytime I come up Somebody's tryin' to take it Sometimes, I'm shakin' I'm wakin' with a cold sweat Thinking I got hit with six slugs to the chest But homie, I ain't dead yet I guess it's just a bad dream A reoccuring nightmare From all the bad sh** I seen A gangsta lean is what I can't seem to escape I can't shake my shadow It's tryin' to seal my fate Who do I trust Where do I turn Don't be concerned when what I earn to avoid being burned Repeat Chorus Twice [Nino Brown] Last day Last day One two Yo [Verse 2: Nino Brown] See, I know they tryin' to hate us (That's right) But you know, I gotta get them papers Thirteen years in the rap game, now take a name, you know the name On the grizzind like daily Stackin' them chips, making 'em hits So please don't ask how I got this platinum rolex on my wrist You gotta know, when y'all known get fed up Not gon' head up With any motherf**er, say he got beef with me Jealousy You don't know me, punk So how the f** you gon' snitch Like a little b**h, or shall I say, "Batch," like the homie say, Frisco Mac I don't get down like that Bet I got another chrome strap Bet I got another model b**h, now bet she rubbin' up on my lap Cuidado who you f**in' with, homie And who you talkin' to, homie Cause you know we puttin' that sh** down, for real, til I cop another mil And that's real Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3: Don Cisco] I wish the pain would go away, but the sh** don't stop I guess I'm stuck in the game til my casket drop So tell my moms and my pops that I love 'em What's up To all the G's in the blocks, still thuggin' We keep hustlin' About that money, it can't stop the pain But it can help ya when you hungry, keep ya out the rain Cla**ified as a thug Cash is all I ever loved My crew, never got caught, so dad's got a grudge Trapped inside poverty Tryin' to escape In pursuit of luxury Can I find a better way Hey And it's a shame when the pain hits ya I hope it don't get ya mad when we get richer {*beat changes*} [Verse 4: Frost] Why's that dark cloud over my head I think it's gonna rain I could feel the pain Of all the people that I hurt for financial gain And bad thoughts got me thinking that I've gone insane I gotta make the great escape and get away from it all To a city, where there ain't no Pain at all Take medicine from the earth to relieve my mind Of all the pressures that I got from my daily grind Cause nowadays, it's a trip, you can't only rhyme You gots to k** for the scrill and scrap for nickels and dimes And that's on everything I love, yes, it's a true plain fact That ever since La Raza still stay packed I roll around in my low, windows tinted black Slang everythang to weed Speed and crack My pockets stay swoll and I'm always tact Stepped away from the scene, but knew I'd always come back Why ya all played catch up Just tryin' to match up To the man in the myth, you failed drastically And plus those record sales spell catastrophe No way on earth You could ever come after me So the next time that you catch yourself standin' in the rain Tryin' to figure out how to take away the pain