Turk - Bring Da Pain lyrics

Lil Wayne: Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha Cash Money, Wha, Wha, Wha Hot Boy$, Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, W-Wha, La What it be like Get inside 'fore street lights 17 right I represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy I run wit' Juvenile, B.G., and Turk boy And we the hottest, of the hottest, of the damn hot In helicopters with my parters over land ha Now listen, I be wit k**az, guerillas, ridaz and head bustaz Drug dealers, wig splittaz, and Fed duckaz Don't be with no false man, haters, or rat n***as They come around and I bust 'em in they cat kissers Ya understand Blaxuede: Now I done warned you not to battle me I leave more casualties, than the dollar bills in your salaries Snapin' these b**hes into reality Cryin' and pain, blind by the chain n***as can't deny the reign It's a shame when I co*k it back And it be like chill, on the real Ain't no stoppin' the black, under attack n***a stuntin' and thumpin', all of y'all, the n***as stuffin And like Michael Jackson, they always be startin somethin' Chorus: Lil Keenan (2x) We bring da pain, with the muthaf**in choppers in hand 504, Cash Money, droppin' n***as like rain Bout to leave your body stankin' n***a f** what you sayin' Lil Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil Wayne Turk: I'm Quick to put in Work Put your face on a T-Shirt Who that be 'bout combat, that be that n***a Turk Get down and filthy for mine at anytime, wodie And I slang iron for mine, you're outta line, wodie A guerilla, once I start ain't no stoppin' it When i start to co*kin' it, bodies gon' be droppin' it I hit your set with 50 plus 50 more I catch you down bad and I ain't gon' let you go Blaxuede: I done came from the motherland, no other man standin' Standin' with the country that be standin' on this planet ]From way back in line, to getttin' recognized And letti' n***as know what's ion my motherf**i' mind ]From a karaoke to a trophy ]From not havin' it all to mostly To Larry king tryin' to host me And Jay Leno, came from the local in the N.O To nationwide with my own ride with tinted windows ]From the 1996 Black Limo Rental To a private Jet Flyin' me to Sacremento ]From working in Winn-Dixie, to duets with Whitney ]From Mad Dogg and Whiskey To moet 'til tipsey ]From cla** to business That's from rags to riches Slowin' down from them poes to tryin' to pa** them b**hes ]From "Girl he too black" to "Girl, Who that?" ]From a lower 9 shack to where I'm livin' at I done came a long road my n***a, just peep game I done came from James Holmes my n***a, to Blaxuede And it's like that Lil Wayne: W-Wha, Wha, Wha W-Wha, Wha, Wha W-Wha, Wha, Wha W-Wha, Wha, Wha Chorus: Lil Keenan (2x) Lil Keenan: Pain n***a We bring the pain n***a We bring the pain n***a We bring the pain n***a We bring the pain n***a We bring the pain n***a We bring the pain n***a Blaxuede, Turk, Wayne, bring the pain That n***a Keenan, bring the pain We bring the pain n***a (n***a) We bring the pain n***a (n***a) We bring the pain n***a Wha, Wha