The Hillside Scramblers - Pain Inside lyrics

(feat. Black Ice, Letha Face) [Intro: U-God] Let me bug out, let me bug out for a second (f**a!) That's why... (oh! Muthaf**as!) Mmm-mmm-mmm, it's gangsta, n***a It's potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide.. [Chorus: U-God] All the pain inside I had to face it that one day I'm gonna die That's why I try to keep my head up towards the sky Sit back and watch, let me take you on a ride Uh, natural high.. [U-God] Yo, yo, make it rain again, spit flame again Now, watch how I'm aimin' 'em, my bare hands is stranglin' Time to bang again, camera shots anglin' That's right I got your head piece danglin' Mic's is tanglin', toast champagne again Coast to coast now, join the campaign again I f** more women than Wilt Chamberlain It's, U-God, yeah he Back in the Game again I'm titanium, mixed with uranium Crack craniums, no tamin' him Live at palladium (yeah), jam packed stadium (yeah) Many men, you're afraid of him Once they weighed him in, he flushed money down the drain again Touched vein again, rocks I'm slangin' 'em Cops can't finger him, SWAT can't bring him in New millennium, we came to win [Chorus] [Black Ice] I move in silence, and let guns go to my enemies Bud smoke and Hennessy, the remedy and toke is violent Much slugs longer than Mini Me Cross me, I lay down every one in your vicinity Keep a fifty cali' or line me in the Akademiks jeans If I catch a homi', somebody probably run and snitched on me Rats, runnin' round talkin' this and that Some white chicks I spit til your wigs sit back I grind these cracks, cuz I need cash G stacks, I lay my game down flat like a Chinese a** You heard me? b**hes wanna observe me, learn me My mission is gettin' Ritz like Jersey, chips for attorney's Commissary for n***az that's in the pen thirsty A big truck, your trick hypnotize by the twirlies It's Ice, from Shaolin to Crenshaw, dirty Luv Allah, dump a clip off, at the BX, early [Chorus] [Letha Face] Why ... the angels came down and pushed the devil in the dirt Jerked the memory exist on the iron-on T-shirt Pythons squeeze til your face turns purple It's a race to murder you and I'm jumpin' the gun Dump and run, the long nose cuttin' the soldier's tongue Your nervous from the burners I'm squeezin' Without a learner's permit, to carry The calico stays concealed, if revealead I must spray this clip through your windshield, it's rea My whole team reigns supreme, the infrared tech beams On my next swing, the heavy chain Deadly but steady aim, I cry "tears of the sun" That'll burn the iron hot, as I'm piercin' through your lungs It's strung by my drug dealer's doses Ferocious slang that'll bang up your brains in roller coasters Posters in the background ready to clap rounds And empty up whole magazines up to the last round [Chorus]