Norman Whitfield - Pain lyrics

[Intro] I couldn't help but notice your pain My pain? It runs deep; share it with me! [Verse 1: 2Pac] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five co*ked on these s**as, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school, kickin' up dust But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker; 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 f**in' family; what else could I do But be a thug? Out slangin' with the homies f** hangin' with them phonies in the club! Got my mind on danger; never been a stranger to homicide My city's 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 gauge My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts And I ain't goin back to court, so f** what you thought! I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain [Hook] Ohhhh.... Tired of the strain and the pain Ohhhh.... Tired of the strain and the pain [Verse 2: Stretch] Years and years of that rough life Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife And livin' trifed on the regular, buckin' out competitors See 'em fake a move and chase them down Like the f**in' Predator Get in trouble everyday in school, act a fool And you know I had to break every rule Showin' off for the b**hes, ‘cause I had the mad rep So I had to watch my back when it was time to step But my grimies is the grimiest with love for me Pop, pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me Ayo, currency kept pa**ing me by, but I didn't cry, broke Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke And now the money's looking lovely Pop the drop top and now the b**hes wanna 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 the mack, yo, people check it Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman, you heard, man Catch a couple shots from the Glock in my hand Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit You know you get your a** twisted, so run for cover Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust So if you're on, n***a, look for the gauge 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: 2Pac] They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed, ready to get my slug on And I load my clip and slip my motherf**in' gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these s**as if they test me Trust – I got my Glock co*ked, playa, if they press me Bust – on motherf**ers with a pa**ion Better duck, ‘cause I ain't looking when I'm blastin' I'm a nut, and drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die Tell me why, ‘cause this stress is gettin' major A buck 50 across the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone? Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong These sorry ba*tards want to k** me in my sleep I'm real they cannot see And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin' on the streets And I'll be ballin', loc, don't let 'em make you worry Keep swingin' at these s**as till you buried I was born to raise hell, a n***a from the gutta Word to mother I'm trapped, I'm kickin' dust up, ready to bust I'm on the scene, steady muggin' mean until they k** me I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me; there's so much pain [Outro] Ohhh... Tired of the strain and the pain Ohhh... Tired of the strain and the pain Ohhh... Tired of the strain and the pain Ohhh... Tired of the strain and the pain Ohhhhhh....