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[voice sample from Star Trek V]I couldn't help but notice your pain[My pain?]It runs deepShare it with me!They'll never take me aliveI'm gettin' high with my four-fiveCocked on these suckasTime ta dieEven as a youngsterCausin' ruckis on tha back of the busI was a fool all through high schoolKickin' up dustBut now I'm labeled as a trouble makerWho can you blame ?Smokin' weed helped me take away the painSo I'm hopelessRollin' down the freeway swervin'Don't worryI'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurryMaybe if they tried to understand meWhat should I do ?Letras de cancionesI had to feed my fuckin' familyWhat else could I doBut be a thugOut slangin' with the homiesFuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubGot my mind on dangerNever been a stranger ta homicideMy cities full of gang bangers and drive bysWhy do we die at an early ageHe was so youngBut still a victom of the 12 gaugeMy memories of a corpseMind full of sick thoughtsAnd I ain't goin back to courtSo fuck what you thoughtI'm drinkin' hennesseyRunnin from my enemiesWill I live to be 23There's so much pain(Chorus)Ohhhh....Tired of tha Strain and tha PainOhhhh....Tired of tha Strain and tha PainYears and years of that rough lifeRunnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knifeAnd livin trifed on the regularBokin out competitorsSee them take a move and take them down like a fuckin preditorGet in trouble everyday in schoolAct a foolAnd you know I had to break every ruleShowin off for the bitches cause I had the mad repSo I had to watch my back when it was time to step[????] with love for mePop, pop, popAnd send a chuckle up above for meAnd yo come and seek ?? but I didn't cryBroke and head off with the pack and started sellin cokeAnd now I'm tha one that's lookin lovelyPop the drop top and all tha bitches want ta rub meKick'em the gameIt's all the sameI kick it back yoGive'em slack yoAnd now they lable me tha mack yoPeople check itGet disrespected if you front tha the birdmanYou heard manCatch a couple shots from tha glock in my handDamn!Release some realistic with my biscuitYou know you get your ass twisted so run for coverMe and my man got a plan kickin' major dustSo if your on nigga look for the gauge to bustA lot of pressure with the street fameIt's a deep gameAnd my mama always cryin'Yo there's so much pain(Chorus)Ohhhh...Ohhhh...They got me mobbin like I'mLoc'ed and ready to get my slug onI load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves onI ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test meTrustI got my glock cocked ready if they press meBust some motherfuckers with a PASSIONBetter duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm BLASTINI'm a nut and drinkin hennesseyAnd gettin' highOn tha lookout for my enemiesDon't want to dieTell me whyCause this stress is gettin' majorA buck fist across my face with my razorWhat can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and goneKeep my brain on tha game and stay head strongThese sorry bastardsWant to kill me in my sleep but will they can I seeAnd everyday it just a struggleSteady thuggin' in the streetsAnd I'll be ballin' locDon't let'em make you worryKeep swingin' at these suckas till you buriedI was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,With a motha on drugsI'm kickin dust upReady ta bustI'm on the scene steady muggin' meanUntil they kill meI'll be livin this lifeI know you feel meThere's so much pain(Chorus)Ohhh...Tired of tha Strain and tha PainOhhh...Tired of tha Strain and tha PainOhhh...Tired of tha Strain and tha PainOhhh...Tired of tha Strain and tha PainOhhhhhh......
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"Pain" as written by Danny Elfman
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