Lyrics:
Pro Pain In For The Kill

you take us along for the ride? along for the ride where time stood still against our will won't get no rest until we're in for the kill

No, I can't go on I'm waiting only for tomorrow Life, so meaningless and hollow It's the circle of sorrow All I once believed in is dead A faded halo

for the hood and niggas that's wild If you 'bout to die or you blowin' the trial We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin' awhile Ayo, let's do it for

I love to keep MCs sufferin', beggin' for big, heavy bags of Bufferin. Baseball battin' 'em, splattin' 'em, so many homicide records, my cases went platinum. D'Shawn is nice; known for

them boys off that Long Drive that nigga DeMo (DeMo) Here I go, here I go... Yeah...gettin crunk on tha reala Im a nigga be smokin that killa, because

flow from the sentence Engine powered by five hundred horses Press by a threat of joint forces For emcee's who spit rap to cause beef 'Cause they depend on wild kill for

blame your parents for the shit you gonna do There's a lot of niggas under ten getting shot by the nine 8 of them died and left 7 of them crying for

so We'd like to thank you for checking out the show And if you don't know by now you never know Some are amateurs but we be pro's Abilities show 'em what I mean bro (Time-time-time-time for

deviants Bloodstained hands assure guilt, ipso facto Our lives are forfeit for theirs, quid pro quo Lethal injection, gas chamber, or the chair Corporeal punishment for