Pain (Feat. Stretch)

[Intro: Sample from Star Trek V: The Final Frontier]

I couldn't help but notice your pain

My pain?

It runs deep share it with me!

Ohhhh

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five

C**ked 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' **** 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 ******' family what else could I do

But be a thug? Out slangin' with the homies

**** hangin' with them phonies in the clubs!

Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide

My city's full of g*******gers 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 **** what you thought!

I'm drinkin' Hennessy, runnin' from my enemies

Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain

[Hook]

Ohhhh

Tired of the strain and the pain

Ohhhh

Tired of the strain and the pain

[Verse 2: Stretch]

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 ******' Predator

Get in trouble every day in school, act a fool

And you know I had to break every rule

Showin' off for the b*****s cause I had the mad rep

So I had to watch my back when it was time to step

But my grimies 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 b*****s 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, *****, 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

[Hook]

Ohhhh

So tired, so tired...

So...so...

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed, and ready to get my slug on

I load my clip and slip my ************' gloves on

I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me

Trust I got my Glock c**ked, playa, if they press me

Bust on ************* 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 ***** 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

[Outro]

Tired of the strain and the pain

Ohhh

Tired of the strain and the pain

Ohhh

Tired of the strain and the pain

Ohhh

Tired of the strain and the pain

Ohhhhhh

Eagen