2Pac, Stretch - Pain (Original Version) lyrics
[2Pac, Stretch - Pain Original Version lyrics]
I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain? It runs deep – share it with me!
They'll never take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my 4-5
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on
The back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school
Kickin' up dust
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker
– who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless, rollin' down
The freeway swervin', don't worry
I'm 'bout to crash up on the
Curb 'cause my vision's blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me
– what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family
– what else could I do
But be a thug? Out slangin' with the homies
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs!
Got my mind on danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to court
So fuck what you thought!
I'm drinkin' Hennessy
Runnin' from my enemies
Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain
Ohhhh tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhhh
Tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot, boy")
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid
And growin' tough with a knife
And livin' trifed on the regular
Buckin' out competitors
See 'em fake a move and chase
'em down like the fuckin' Predator
Get in trouble every day in school
Act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin' off for the bitches 'cause
I had the mad rep so I had to watch my back
When it was time to step
But my grimeys is the grimiest
With love for me pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by
But I didn't cry, broke
Got hit off with the pack
And started sellin' coke
And now the money's lookin' lovely
Pop the drop-top and now the
Bitches wanna rub me
Kick 'em the game, it's all the same
I kick it back yo, give 'em slack, yo
And now they label me the mack, yo
People check it
Get disrespected if you front on
The Birdman, you heard, man
Catch a couple shots from the
Glock in my hand
Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit
You know you get yo' ass twisted
So run for cover
Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust
So if you owe, nigga
Look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame
It's a deep game
And my mama always cryin', yo
There's so much pain
Ohhhh so tired, so tired
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhhh
Soso ("Don't get too close because
You might get shot")
They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed
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
Suckas 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 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 this stress is gettin' major
A buck 50 across 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 head strong
These sorry bastards wanna kill
Me in my sleep i'm real, they cannot see
And every day is just a struggle
Steady thuggin' on the streets
And I'll be ballin', loc
Don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas 'til you buried
I was born to raise hell
A nigga from the gutta
Word to mother, I'm touched
Out 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
Ohhh tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhh
Tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhh
Tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhh
Tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot, boy")
Ohhh ("You might get shot")
My pain? It runs deep – share it with me!
They'll never take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my 4-5
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on
The back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school
Kickin' up dust
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker
– who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless, rollin' down
The freeway swervin', don't worry
I'm 'bout to crash up on the
Curb 'cause my vision's blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me
– what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family
– what else could I do
But be a thug? Out slangin' with the homies
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs!
Got my mind on danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to court
So fuck what you thought!
I'm drinkin' Hennessy
Runnin' from my enemies
Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain
Ohhhh tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhhh
Tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot, boy")
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid
And growin' tough with a knife
And livin' trifed on the regular
Buckin' out competitors
See 'em fake a move and chase
'em down like the fuckin' Predator
Get in trouble every day in school
Act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin' off for the bitches 'cause
I had the mad rep so I had to watch my back
When it was time to step
But my grimeys is the grimiest
With love for me pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by
But I didn't cry, broke
Got hit off with the pack
And started sellin' coke
And now the money's lookin' lovely
Pop the drop-top and now the
Bitches wanna rub me
Kick 'em the game, it's all the same
I kick it back yo, give 'em slack, yo
And now they label me the mack, yo
People check it
Get disrespected if you front on
The Birdman, you heard, man
Catch a couple shots from the
Glock in my hand
Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit
You know you get yo' ass twisted
So run for cover
Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust
So if you owe, nigga
Look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame
It's a deep game
And my mama always cryin', yo
There's so much pain
Ohhhh so tired, so tired
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhhh
Soso ("Don't get too close because
You might get shot")
They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed
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
Suckas 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 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 this stress is gettin' major
A buck 50 across 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 head strong
These sorry bastards wanna kill
Me in my sleep i'm real, they cannot see
And every day is just a struggle
Steady thuggin' on the streets
And I'll be ballin', loc
Don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas 'til you buried
I was born to raise hell
A nigga from the gutta
Word to mother, I'm touched
Out 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
Ohhh tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhh
Tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhh
Tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhh
Tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot, boy")
Ohhh ("You might get shot")