Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain
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the pain that a man as just didn't do it
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when two junior flip hot rod lovin pig police man
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(pain) put 'em in a position where he must choose
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against humiliation as a man or death
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(pain) leave your head, cuz you outta be dead
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[Sheek Louch]
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Block-a this is your brain on drugs
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Love is pain and pain is love
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[Jadakiss]
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Block-a this your brain on drugs
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Ya'll came wit police we came wit thugs
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[Sheek Louch]
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Ayo I droped pain on 'em, switched the game on 'em
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Whoever out there hot I'mma rein 'em
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I see niggaz slowin down I'mma gain on 'em
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No beef but fuck it put his brain on 'em
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Uh if his face is hurtin
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I'm in Yonkers comin down burnin in that thing wit the curtain
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pants leg up call me Sheek Cool J
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Hat low shorty from paris run way, the thing is loaded
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Eatin lunch wit politician and I don't even think I voted
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They see my face they think I'm rich
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I'm by myself they think I'm bitch
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Until they layin why doctors stitch
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Cuz I clap like a nasty bitch
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You don't know me, you know my name
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You heard my raps, but you don't feel my pain
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[Chorus: 2X]
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[Sheek Louch] I got more than you lookin for
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[Jadakiss] Pain
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[Sheek Louch] She backin it up on the dance floor
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[Jadakiss] Pain
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[Sheek Louch] By her self tellin me she got more
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[Jadakiss] Pain
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[Sheek Louch] It ain't all bad homey its sumthin good
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[Jadakiss] Pain
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[Jadakiss]
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yea, yo, uh, sort of like in a vangelis
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Cuz you hear it but you don't know how to handle this
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Uh, be it nine or the knife
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Everybody felt it at sometimes in they life
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Its all different kinds to endure
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Pain is pure and most time it ain't no pure
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Thats why I'm in the hood I don't be where the stars is
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One of my records is platinum but all of my cars is
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You pokin Mount Air lodge is
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I'm Germnay tall bust menage a trois', "Trading Places"
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If you don't like the hand you was dealt just make sure you save your aces
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Uh, and I'm gettin a lil Dividends
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Big Boys think I'm distributin
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Divin off yachts in the Carribean
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Yea, thats just the life that we livin in
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[Chorus: 2X]
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[Sheek Louch]
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AYo, I'm ridin dirty
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On the passenger side wit just the premier me and my birdy
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Lui boots red monkey jeans on
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Jamaica chick get my sex and Queens on
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Haze lit, blunt lick finger thick
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Flow make 'em all fight like a spring a chick
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Sheek Louch and Jada (meowa)
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Put 'em half dollar hoes on the side of your car
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[Jadakiss]
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Yo neva put your eyein away
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Dream like you livin forever but live like you dyin today
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Uh, 38 is new, 357 is a lil older
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Everythin else is for the shoulder
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From hear on I spit it on red form
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Brinin these niggaz eatin the ground of air born
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And you just runnin your mouth, stay in your house
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If you don't know nuttin about no PAIN!
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[Chorus: 2X]
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Pain
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| Sheek Louch |
