I couldn't help but notice your pain My pain? It runs deep Share it with me Uh, pain Pain, pain, pain They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-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 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 'bout 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 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 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 fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies Will I live to be twenty-three? There's so much pain Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you might get shot) Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy) Years and years of that rough life Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife And livin' trife on the regular, buckin' out competitors See 'em fake a move and chase 'em down like the fuckin' Predator Get in trouble everyday in school, act a fool And you know I had to break every rule Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep So I had to watch my back when it was time to step But the grimiest of the grimiest with love for me Go pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me Ayo, currency kept passin' me by, but I didn't cry broke Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke And now the money's lookin' lovely Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me Pick up 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 ass twisted, so run for cover Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust So if you're on, nigga, look for the gauge to bust A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game And my mama always cryin', yeah, there's so much pain So tired (Don't get too close because you might get shot) So tired, so (Don't get too close because you might get shot) So They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on I ain't 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 ain't lookin' 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 fifty 'cross the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone? I keep my brain on the game and stay head strong These sorry bastards wanna kill 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 suckas 'til you buried I was born to raise hell, a nigga 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 kill me I'll be livin' this life, I know you feel me There's so much pain Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you might get shot) Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you might get shot) Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you might get shot) Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-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 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 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 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 fuck what you thought! I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain
They neva take me alive , got dis drac on my side N I jus pray that everyday dat I'm gone make it No replacement, I'm da nigga datcha need, the one da bitches cravin, got em pleadin on they knees, I leave em all on read, or leave u where u at And I think that if it's that, ain't no Eva comin back. I'm neva holding back , Give dis shit ma all While u wishing dat I fall Well go figure, im jus figuring these figures , Wish a nigga get up out his body, leave em swimming I peep all da intentions Don't need allda attention I keep shit a G, I got dis shit jus like a roll of tissue I might go get dat Bentley, I c ya bitch I might jus have to bend ha 🌪️Twist ha, flip ha n u might not want ha bitch afta we finished , let's get it🤝🏾
Resumen Letras Vídeos Escuchar I couldn't help but notice your pain My pain? It runs deep Share it with me Uh, pain Pain, pain, pain They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-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 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 'bout 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 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 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 fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies Will I live to be twenty-three? There's so much pain Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you might get shot) Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy) Years and years of that rough life Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife And livin' trife on the regular, buckin' out competitors See 'em fake a move and chase 'em down like the fuckin' Predator Get in trouble everyday in school, act a fool And you know I had to break every rule Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep So I had to watch my back when it was time to step But the grimiest of the grimiest with love for me Go pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me Ayo, currency kept passin' me by, but I didn't cry broke Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke And now the money's lookin' lovely Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me Pick up 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 ass twisted, so run for cover Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust So if you're on, nigga, look for the gauge to bust A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game And my mama always cryin', yeah, there's so much pain So tired (Don't get too close because you might get shot) So tired, so (Don't get too close because you might get shot) So They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on I ain't 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 ain't lookin' 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 fifty 'cross the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone? I keep my brain on the game and stay head strong These sorry bastards wanna kill 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 suckas 'til you buried I was born to raise hell, a nigga 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 kill me I'll be livin' this life, I know you feel me There's so much pain Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you might get shot) Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you might get shot) Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you might get shot) Tired of the strain and the pain (Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)
This Instrumental So Mfin Hard 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@Love Life I feel ya
This is the best one because it includes the singing, which is the melody. ♥️👍🏽
Thx.
_”Now I’m labelled as trouble-maker. Who can you blame??? Smoking weeed help me take away the pain. So I’m hopelesssssss!”_
Riding through the freeway swerving..!
Dont worry.
I'm just a producer, but this makes me wanna spit!
I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep
Share it with me
Uh, pain
Pain, pain, pain
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-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 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 'bout 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 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 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 fuck what you thought
I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies
Will I live to be twenty-three?
There's so much pain
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife
And livin' trife on the regular, buckin' out competitors
See 'em fake a move and chase 'em down like the fuckin' Predator
Get in trouble everyday in school, act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
But the grimiest of the grimiest with love for me
Go pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by, but I didn't cry broke
Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now the money's lookin' lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Pick up 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 ass twisted, so run for cover
Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust
So if you're on, nigga, look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game
And my mama always cryin', yeah, there's so much pain
So tired
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So tired, so
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So
They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't 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 ain't lookin' 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 fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards wanna kill 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 suckas 'til you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga 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 kill me
I'll be livin' this life, I know you feel me
There's so much pain
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-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 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 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 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 fuck what you thought!
I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies
Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain
👑🔥
Friends Tupac Monday morning
They neva take me alive , got dis drac on my side
N I jus pray that everyday dat I'm gone make it
No replacement, I'm da nigga datcha need, the one da bitches cravin, got em pleadin on they knees,
I leave em all on read, or leave u where u at
And I think that if it's that, ain't no Eva comin back. I'm neva holding back ,
Give dis shit ma all
While u wishing dat I fall
Well go figure, im jus figuring these figures ,
Wish a nigga get up out his body, leave em swimming
I peep all da intentions
Don't need allda attention
I keep shit a G, I got dis shit jus like a roll of tissue
I might go get dat Bentley,
I c ya bitch I might jus have to bend ha
🌪️Twist ha, flip ha n u might not want ha bitch afta we finished , let's get it🤝🏾
Tupac
good mix. do you happen to know where the original sample came from?
Living inside your love by Troy K
@@DJCtheDoom you sir are the real mvp. im 31 and i've been looking for this sample since i was 14.
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Letras
Vídeos
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I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep
Share it with me
Uh, pain
Pain, pain, pain
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-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 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 'bout 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 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 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 fuck what you thought
I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies
Will I live to be twenty-three?
There's so much pain
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife
And livin' trife on the regular, buckin' out competitors
See 'em fake a move and chase 'em down like the fuckin' Predator
Get in trouble everyday in school, act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
But the grimiest of the grimiest with love for me
Go pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by, but I didn't cry broke
Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now the money's lookin' lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Pick up 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 ass twisted, so run for cover
Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust
So if you're on, nigga, look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game
And my mama always cryin', yeah, there's so much pain
So tired
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So tired, so
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So
They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't 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 ain't lookin' 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 fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards wanna kill 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 suckas 'til you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga 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 kill me
I'll be livin' this life, I know you feel me
There's so much pain
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)
instead of pain
hope
hope
hope
hope
hope
hope
I'm sampling this bro
Go for it.