text: Uh, Pain
  Pain
  Dancing on the beat
  Pain
   Verse:
  Theyll never take me alive, im getting high with my hou five. Cocked on these suckas, 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 Im labeled as a troublemaker; who can you blame?
  Smokin weed helped me take away the pain
  So Im hopeless rollin down the freeway swervin, dont worry
  Im about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
  Maybe if they tried to understand me; what should I do?
  I had to feed my fuckin family; what else could I do
  But be a thug? Out slangin with the homies
  Fuck hangin with them phonies in the club!
  Got my mind on danger; never been a stranger to homicide
  My citys 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 aint goin back to court, so fuck what you thought!
  Im drinkin Hennessey, runnin from my enemies
  Will I live to be 23? Theres so much pain
  Theres so much pain
  Theres so much pain
  Theres so much pain
   Verse:
  I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s
  Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s the shits never end
  You cant touch my riches
  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
  Huh, thats how I got the weed spot
  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
  Lil Gotti got the shotty to your body
  So dont resist or you might miss Christmas
  I tote guns, I make number runs
  I give MCs the runs dripping
  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
  Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls
  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
  Oh my God Im dropping shit like a pigeon
  I hope youre listening, smacking babies at they christening
  So you better grab your pistol
  Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your fucking shit spill
  And Im talking bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
  Sadat said fuck it, they got a gun, nigga bust it
   Verse:
  Im loced, ready to get my slug on
  And I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on
  I aint scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
  Trust – I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me
  Bust – on motherfuckers with a passion
  Better duck, cause I aint looking when Im blastin
  Im a nut, and drinkin Hennessey and gettin high
  On the lookout for my enemies, dont 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 Im dead and gone?
  Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
  These sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep
  Im real they cannot see
  And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets
  And Ill be ballin, loc, dont let em make you worry
  Keep swingin at these suckas till you buried
  I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta
  Word to mother Im trapped, Im kickin dust up, ready to bust
  Im on the scene, steady muggin mean until they kill me
  Ill be livin this life, I know you feel me; theres so much pain
  Theres so much pain… theres so much pain