[20 seconds of piano playing, followed by a cocking gun]
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("HERE COME THE PAIN! ")
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[Intro:]
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BAOW! Yup, yup yup
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Y-yo, y-yup yup yup...
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Gotta get it nigga
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Ay!... Yeah!
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You a legend nigga
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Nigga you are a LEGEND nigga, C'MON!
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[Lil' Fame:]
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I know the pain, I know about hard times and all the sorrow
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I know the strip, I know the bricks, I know the hits
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That's the B.K. motto, been fly since a young boy
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Fresh to death on the resoups and lottos
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At the block party, Doug E. Fresh, "All the Way to Heaven"
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Gettin my weap-on (THEN) lead popped off
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Niggaz took flight like a 747 (and now)
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The block's locked off (if) a head's popped off
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Before I fuck around and get one slammed in my dome
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And they record it on a camera phone
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(FUCK THE WORLD!) Cause when y'all come for Fizzy
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I'm a tell his ass to holla back at me cause I'm busy (OH!)
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Done with all the hard times and fucked up livin
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I see the money bags and I'm on my way to get 'em
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Can't nuttin stop that from powder sale to prison
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Is you still down nigga? (HELL YEAH!) Then fuck with us
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[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
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They say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home
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You fucked up and left your hammers at home
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Ain't nobody stoppin my shine, we hit 'em like BRRRAP
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If niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like BRRRAP
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So... so, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
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You too, you too, fuck you, fuck... you
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[Billy Danze:]
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Damn, look they done stuck me in the Brown section, permanently
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Sayin that WE are the niggaz most likely to fail
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They had the whole shit (mapped out) they wanted me to (act out)
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Put obstacles in front of me hopin I wouldn't branch out
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Raised me in a crack house, persuaded me to back out
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Lash out, spaz out and blackout for nothin
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And lame fucks with stains with a pair of dirty vials
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Servin ass serpents with them devilish smiles
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I'm on to you; c'mon dawg, I'm hostile on a good day
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My only conversation is done in a HOOD way
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HOOD play HOOD pray to a whole different God
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While standin behind gates we got whole different odds
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Try to focus on your cards, a spade ain't a spade
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Now put your faith on your ace dependin on when it's played
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And when you come face to face, with homey with the blade
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You shoulda cased the place, cause homey ain't afraid
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Old cutthroat-ass nigga, you need to be rewarded
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And when I say rewarded, I mean slaughtered and ordered to die
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Where you stand... can't do it your owns, well I'm here for you homes
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FUCK YOU
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[Lil' Fame:]
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So... so, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
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You too, you too, fuck you, fuck... you
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[Chorus]
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["It's hurting me" repeats to fade]
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Rude Bastard
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| M.O.P. |
