[Chorus: unknown singer]
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I've been goin through so much pain
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Can't no motherfucker feel my pain
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My life is real nigga, I'm gon' ride
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For my homies on the block that died
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It's dedicated to my niggaz that's locked
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Who's OT on the run from the cops
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We straight G's and we never gon' stop
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For my street niggaz gotta keep your head up
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Gotta keep your head uuuuuuuuuup
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[Verse One]
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Where the fuck is your love, y'all in the club poppin bub
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Somebody told me that the block need a hug
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Ain't nobody tell y'all that slap need a hug
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That's the reason I'm out here huggin the block
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Same reason I'm out here thuggin the block
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But niggaz won't notice until a motherfucker get shot
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And stretched out on the block, and the shit won't hit 'em
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'til they like "God damn, I was just now with him"
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Now you missin a man that you used to call your man
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Cause you didn't notice your man was fucked up in a jam
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And your plan that you had for your man, you shoulda brought it to him sooner
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Now he fucked up with his back all chewed up
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21 gun salute up, to all the G's feelin pain
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like Fame; niggaz fucked up in the game
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Niggaz try to maintain, even if nobody showed you
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that they noticin what a nigga been goin through... nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Billy Danze]
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Yeah, every day what we deal, we tend to blame it on the realness
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Haters never cater to a 'Ville nigga feeling
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Mixed up in the past and the present
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A lot of shit, went down in the town am I destined, to win or not
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That's the question, you can always count on Bill
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to reveal the message, when givin a confession
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In other words there's a blessing in the lesson
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You ain't gotta stick to the script to catch it (catch it)
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We had a whole platoon of goons to rep
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Then it was like... BOOM, there's 7 of us left
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Some got knocked and locked inside cages
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A few got popped and stopped at young ages
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Enables me to rock hip-hop with these rages
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And boomerang pain through Fame when on stages
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It's dark and it's bold
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I keep a heater cause I'm smart and it's cold
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Fame]
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I'm holdin on to thin air! (Look around homey)
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Nobody there! (Look around homey)
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Nobody care! (I bet you know now homey)
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But life is still beautiful, that's what you do it for
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Couldn't feel my pain; God forbid you had
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to feel my pain I wouldn't wish that on nobody
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Never ask why me? That's a stupid-ass question
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Cause if not me, nigga then who?
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We all deal with pain, and mine ain't no harder than yours
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It's really all about how you deal with it
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So a nigga can't judge me; I can't tell you how
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to deal with yours, but don't kill me [words fade]
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[Billy Danze]
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(We're amongst these O.G.'s and rebels) the coppertops will (never)
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If money war (we steppin in) please (understand it)
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For always we (reppin it) and y'all ain't (touchin it)
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The ghetto steel (blessin 'em) man
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[Chorus]
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Pain
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| M.O.P. |
