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[Ja Rule]

Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga `Pac

So much pain



Uhh.. yeah, huh, yeah

All my, niggas.. so much pain

Uhh.. huh, yeah

Yeah, so.. much..



Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh

Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh



[Ja Rule]

They`ll never take me alive, I`m gettin high with my fo`-five

Cocked on these niggaz time to die

Even as a lil` nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain

I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain

And now I`m labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game

Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that`s the life I live

Even if I tried to go back I`d get lost (come back)

And everything I seem to love I done lost

Fuck the world if they can`t understand me

What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family

Yo` lies is my truth, so I`m a drug to your youth

And you don`t want `em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me

I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide

My city`s full of tote-slangers and chalk lines

Why do we die at an early age?

Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge

Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me

And I don`t give a fuck `cause they don`t give a fuck `bout me

So I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies

Will I live to see twenty-three? There`s so much pain



[Chorus]

Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh

I`m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)

Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh

I`m tired of the strain and the pain



[Ja Rule]

Years and years of strugglin all my life

Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin `em right

I`m in a - little cell I call my soul lately

It`s been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "Don`t

enter"

I`ve been cursed, for what it`s worth I feel dead

Spittin to you, I know I`m in way over my head

But Lord hear me, I believe in your "7 Day Theory"

Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?)

Too hot for you to stand near me

It`s so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me

I`m tired of the stress and the strain

But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me

They`re blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me

My face in, Hennessy with no chaser

Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin nigga

Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga

So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga

I figured I`d be considered a killer

Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind

I, can`t express my compassion, my satisfaction

for gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there

Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie

And wipe the tears from yo` mother`s eyes - so much pain



[Chorus - repeat 2X]



("They`ll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])

Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh

I`m tired of the strain and the pain

("They`ll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])

Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain

("They`ll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])

I`m tired of the strain and the pain

("They`ll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])

Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo

("Cocked on these suckers, time to die" -> [2Pac])



[2Pac]

They got me mobbin like I`m - loc`d and ready to get my slug on

I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on

I ain`t scared to blast on these suckers if they test me

Trust, I got my glock cocked, playa if they press me

Bust on motherfuckers with a - PASSION

Better duck `cause I ain`t lookin when I`m - BA-BLASTIN

I`m a nut and drinkin Hennessy

And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies

Don`t wanna die, tell me why?

Cause the stress gettin major

A buck-fifty `cross the face with my razor

What can I do but be a thug until I`m dead and gone

I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong

These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep

I`m real they can not see

And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets

And I be, ballin loc, don`t let `em make you worry

Keep swingin at these suckers `til you buried

I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother

I`m tough - I`m kickin dust up, ready to bust

I`m on the scene steady muggin mean; until they kill me

I`ll be livin this life, I know you feel me

There`s so much pain



[Chorus - repeat 2X w/ variations]



Ooooohhhhh, pain

[Ja Rule]

Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga `Pac

So much pain



Uhh.. yeah, huh, yeah

All my, niggas.. so much pain

Uhh.. huh, yeah

Yeah, so.. much..



Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh

Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh



[Ja Rule]

They`ll never take me alive, I`m gettin high with my fo`-five

Cocked on these niggaz time to die

Even as a lil` nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain

I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain

And now I`m labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game

Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that`s the life I live

Even if I tried to go back I`d get lost (come back)

And everything I seem to love I done lost

Fuck the world if they can`t understand me

What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family

Yo` lies is my truth, so I`m a drug to your youth

And you don`t want `em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me

I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide

My city`s full of tote-slangers and chalk lines

Why do we die at an early age?

Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge

Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me

And I don`t give a fuck `cause they don`t give a fuck `bout me

So I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies

Will I live to see twenty-three? There`s so much pain



[Chorus]

Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh

I`m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)

Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh

I`m tired of the strain and the pain



[Ja Rule]

Years and years of strugglin all my life

Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin `em right

I`m in a - little cell I call my soul lately

It`s been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "Don`t

enter"

I`ve been cursed, for what it`s worth I feel dead

Spittin to you, I know I`m in way over my head

But Lord hear me, I believe in your "7 Day Theory"

Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?)

Too hot for you to stand near me

It`s so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me

I`m tired of the stress and the strain

But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me

They`re blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me

My face in, Hennessy with no chaser

Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin nigga

Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga

So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga

I figured I`d be considered a killer

Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind

I, can`t express my compassion, my satisfaction

for gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there

Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie

And wipe the tears from yo` mother`s eyes - so much pain



[Chorus - repeat 2X]



("They`ll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])

Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh

I`m tired of the strain and the pain

("They`ll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])

Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain

("They`ll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])

I`m tired of the strain and the pain

("They`ll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])

Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo

("Cocked on these suckers, time to die" -> [2Pac])



[2Pac]

They got me mobbin like I`m - loc`d and ready to get my slug on

I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on

I ain`t scared to blast on these suckers if they test me

Trust, I got my glock cocked, playa if they press me

Bust on motherfuckers with a - PASSION

Better duck `cause I ain`t lookin when I`m - BA-BLASTIN

I`m a nut and drinkin Hennessy

And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies

Don`t wanna die, tell me why?

Cause the stress gettin major

A buck-fifty `cross the face with my razor

What can I do but be a thug until I`m dead and gone

I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong

These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep

I`m real they can not see

And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets

And I be, ballin loc, don`t let `em make you worry

Keep swingin at these suckers `til you buried

I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother

I`m tough - I`m kickin dust up, ready to bust

I`m on the scene steady muggin mean; until they kill me

I`ll be livin this life, I know you feel me

There`s so much pain



[Chorus - repeat 2X w/ variations]



Ooooohhhhh, pain

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