(feat. The Alchemist)
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[Styles P:]
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Pain... pain... pain...
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Pain... pain... pain...
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All I know is pain, all I seen is death
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Couple homies and brother gone, when I'm gon' step
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I ain't suicidal, damn my brain need rest
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Think about my childhood, pain in my chest
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Past is the past, future ain't great
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All right in the hood when any day could be my last
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Pop somethin back, they wanna sue me for my math
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Hawk some back, they wanna sue me for my math
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Hard bein a gangsta rapper, you don't know the half
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You ain't got to condone it but you was never homeless
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And you ain't never fast, so you don't know the wrath
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To takin a long walk, down the wrong path
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All I know is pain - everything I did wrong
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I did it in vain, that's why I'm tryin to change
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Live for my seeds but the game ain't change
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Only the strong survive, I will maintain
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[Chorus: Styles P (Alchemist)]
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All I know is a¢æ¡° pain; all I give is - pain
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All I give is a¢æ¡° pain; all I live is - pain
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Only thing I know is mad years in the game
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(It's no love, ice cold blood runnin all through my veins)
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All I know is a¢æ¡° pain; all I give is - pain
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All I give is a¢æ¡° pain; all I live is - pain
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Only thing I know is mad years in the game
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(It's more than rhymes, more shine than the diamonds on your chain)
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[Styles P:]
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What you know about pain?
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Blood, sweat and tears where I'm standin in the rain
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If I don't blow Mary Jane I'm goin insane
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Before I had a car I was in the fast lane
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Drug dealer stick up kids for the neck game, a lot that I regret
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But I made it as a rapper, and it's not what I expect
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For a fact, this business is more crooked
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The boys'll sell they souls to the devil, the Lord lookin
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See in you hell just in case that we all cookin
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I got sins too, lot of foul shit that I been through
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The world is God house, I'm just a window - pane
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Tryin to maintain up to the end yo
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[Chorus]
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[Styles P:]
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All I know is pain, I feel so drained
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Rap niggaz is insane, they on Procaine
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What they call hot, I would call so lame
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They don't care about the art, and they show no shame
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If you ain't gettin spins, then you ain't gon' win
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But if you came from the bottom you should stay goin in
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The Ghost don't make it then the Phantom gon' win
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I'm a make the kids richer, make grandma grin
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[Chorus]
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All I Know Is Pain
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| Styles P |
