Blaxuede, Turk, Lil Wayne - Bring Da Pain lyrics

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Look

What it be like
Get inside 'fore street lights 17 right
I represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy
I run wit' Juvenile, BG, and Turk boy
And we the hottest, of the hottest
Of the damn hot
In helicopters with my parters over land, huh
Now listen, I be wit killaz, guerillas
Ridaz and head bustas
Drug dealers, wig splittas, and fed duckas
Don't be with no false man, haters
Or rat niggas they come around and I bust
'em in they cat kissers ya understand?

Now I done warned you not to battle me
I leave more casualties than the
Dollar bills in your salaries


Snapin' these bitches into reality
Cryin' and pain, blind by the chain
Niggas can't deny the reign
It's a shame when I cock it back
And it be like chill, on the real
Ain't no stoppin' the black, under attack
Nigga stuntin' and thumpin', all of y'all
The niggas stuffin and like Michael Jackson
They always be startin somethin'

We bring da pain
With the muthafuckin' choppers in hand
504, Cash Money, droppin' niggas like rain
Bout to leave your body stankin'
Nigga fuck what you sayin'
Lil Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil Wayne
We bring da pain
With the muthafuckin' choppers in hand
504, Cash Money, droppin' niggas like rain
Bout to leave your body stankin'
Nigga fuck what you sayin'
Lil Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil Wayne

I'm Quick to put in Work
Put your face on a T-Shirt
Who that be 'bout combat
That be that nigga Turk
Get down and filthy for mine at any time
Woadie
And I slang iron for mine, you're outta line
Woadie
A guerilla, once I start ain't no stoppin' it
When I start to cockin' it
Bodies gon' be droppin' it
I hit your set with fifty plus fifty more
I catch you down bad and I
Ain't gon' let you go

I done came from the motherland
No other man standin'
Standin' with the country that be
Standin' on this planet
From way back in line, to gettin' recognized
And lettin' niggas know what's
Ion my motherfuckin' mind
From a karaoke to a trophy
From not havin' it all to mostly
To Larry King tryin' to host me
And Jay Leno, came from the local in the NO
To nationwide with my own
Ride with tinted windows
From the 1996 Black Limo Rental
To a private Jet Flyin' me to Sacramento
From working in Winn-Dixie
To duets with Whitney
From Mad Dogg and Whiskey, to Moët 'til tipsy
From class to business
That's from rags to riches
Slowin' down from them poes to
Tryin' to pass them bitches
From, "Girl he too black", to, "Girl
Who that?"
From a lower 9 shack to where I'm livin' at
I done came a long road my nigga
Just peep game
I done came from James Holmes my nigga
To Blaxuede and it's like that

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We bring da pain
With the muthafuckin' choppers in hand
504, Cash Money, droppin' niggas like rain
Bout to leave your body stankin'
Nigga fuck what you sayin'
Lil Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil Wayne
We bring da pain
With the muthafuckin' choppers in hand
504, Cash Money, droppin' niggas like rain
Bout to leave your body stankin'
Nigga fuck what you sayin'
Lil Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil Wayne

Pain nigga we bring the pain nigga
We bring the pain nigga
We bring the pain nigga
We bring the pain nigga
We bring the pain nigga
We bring the pain nigga
Blaxuede, Turk, Wayne, bring the pain
That nigga Keenan, bring the pain
We bring the pain nigga (Nigga)
We bring the pain nigga (Nigga)
We bring the pain nigga wha, Wha