defenseless senseless nature Pain stings with Ma Baker Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya Freedom come meet your maker Yo, another sound boy's dyin', crowd noise multiplyin' Don't let
conspirists Who wanna try me but ain't *** enough to *** me up Child of the '80s, y'all *** is lazy Complainin' 'bout labor pains, ***, show me the baby And my *** Game, light another ***, pass the bottle Pro
me up, Child of the eighties, y'all niggas is lazy, Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby, And my nigga Game, light another L, pass the bottle, Pro
me But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me Strangely I'm no longer sad, mad or angry Shameably it pains me, feeling like it just
the eighties, y'all n***as is lazy, Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby, And my n***a Game, light another L, pass the bottle, Pro-black
to live with frustation with words, but locally Cos globally I'm fucked, if you ever notice me So I cling to what I got and rock the spot with pro(???)
Joe] - *Lamajic talks & harmonizes in background* Yeah, it's time baby It's time to speak the truth, maturity Huh, niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know
waited for sabbatical Down to rock your body as we turn the party radical I can see the game like the blind feel the pain Both sides colliding with the
me What you gonna do when a nigga got to go hard But I won't let you get to me You should already figure I'm a go hard If you were as real as me You would never let
and Po-Yo, got's to give us respect Chin check is what they catch, for fucking around with some veterans Relieving pain from your pain, like a bottle
60 or get left behind Push dubs through the city cause I like to shine Sitting tall on boys with the seats reclined I'm 25, really trying to live so live
not breathing I'm a little confused about what it is I'm seeing Plus there's a naked man on my lawn Police in the living room with all of their guns drawn
[P.O.S.:] Sorry I took so long, yeah There ain't nobody to be pretty for a fuck it, let it rattle Let the clatter kill 'em, let the cataclysm wash Who
, I'm all about somethin to eat I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks
know why niggas think they wanna be like me You gotta see what I see before you be like me What you live for the truth but give nothing but pain To anything
Pro Tools There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes Or tell the tale that my heart contains I explain, so many different parts of pain I'
The work I put in, the dirt I done did On this earth niggaz lives is worthless Unless you worth a few million, school your children Let the game get to
Ask for dope when tryin get live hoes Skams aint for slow (so?) besides i ride rough you just aint a pro (what?) It take pain to grown no name to know