Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - P.A.I.N.E. lyrics

[Intro] What the f** made it ok, for these soft-a** n***as out here Motherf**ing soft-a** n***as out here "It's 'bout to be on" -] The Lah That talk lot of sh** "'bout to bust" -] The Lah "Underground street n***a Bumpy came" -] The Lah [Verse One] Yea!! What you knocking in your tape-deck just my property Unknown forces think they stopping me Here's some information; I'm god's child Meat, bones, blood in veins And I bust til I can't mix, mud and brains Someday I may be punished for the sh** that I do So crack the gates of hell, I might slide through But I ain't staying I need to pay a visit to the man That took my baby brother from the palm of my hand I'm a menace to the public like too many Bee's Overcome by rappers who puff too many trees So I stand out like a white cop in Harlem With two rusty ya means, that's what I call 'em I'm a giant in a field of mice With Gortex & spikes, giving R & B rap n***as short life You wanna dance with a underground Puffy Without n***as around me that might wanna bust me Sometimes I'm like a white man don't trust me Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like a white man All you n***as dis-gust me f** who you are I don't care who you are I'm the roundest n***a down here, square who you are You want drama, you can get it! *scratch* and Premier's down with it baby [Hook] There's not a problem that I can't fix All I need is my two four-fifths And if you n***as wantin trouble I sure hold it double and I only aim straight for the brain It's the Preem and Bumpy Bringin ya pain Bringin ya pain Bringin ya pain [Verse Two] It's the smackdown f** the Rock and all that I smack n***as down who think they all that All you rap n***as cat fight, just wanna be seen In the magazine, lip twisted lookin all mean I got a heart like mean Joe Green I run n***as down and got paid for it, since sixteen I'm a addict, B, this thug sh** is like nicotine And I can't stop smoking, I can't stop smoking I'm like Rakim with muscles, No Jokin If n***as try to disrespect my melody I gun for the felony There's a whole lot of questions that really need answers Like; Who the f** told you that your rhymestyle was hot!? You know where Biggie died? Who bust that shot? Why is Sammy Bull still living and where the f** is Pac? It's a rat race, n***as don't wanna see me rich Catch twenty-two, n***as don't wanna see me flip Cause I'm Billy Danze, Billy Graham, Lil' Fame Jesse James, Manson and Dahmer, I love black b**hes I'm a night time n***a, day riches I won't even call a woulf for you n***as I bring gay b**hes it's like order and take-out You know you gon' get it *scratch* and Premier's down with it baby! [Hook] [Verse Three] If I die today or tomorrow, I got no regrets I'm like the cigarette before cancer - hard to forget! I'm start to the finish I don't like reason Cause n***as don't negotiate it's all about thieving Tired of proving that I ain't leaving until I'm done Put my last mic in my casket and then I'm one Raps arithmetic, wild like Spofford back in '86 Rushing towards for the guards, bussin for the gods You better get your camera out flip the moving mural That don't carry one gun, I do that sh** in plural Yo Preem did n***as think that I was a fake now After the Shakedown still ain't catch no drama,When Panchi had beef I pa**ed the llama And told my n***a holla if it get thick, I'm there like mama Sunshine and rain, put time in pain Like a too tight cartier watch Diamond frame Duke signed his name got caught up in his lyrics Now he's Ray Charles bustin his gun, blind in aim I'm the black Bentley Azure with the bullet proof doors With the two overhead cams peddle to the floor I'm never satisfied in rude war Like a 350 pound n***a on an aeroplane, I want more! *scratch* "It's 'bout to be on" You want beef you can get it And Premier's down with it baby! [Hook ](2x) *scratch* "It's 'bout to be on"