Pain - 2Pac
[voice sample from Star Trek V] 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 four-five Cocked on these suckas Time ta die Even as a youngster Causin' ruckis on tha back of the bus I was a fool all through high school Kickin' up dust But now I'm labeled as a trouble maker 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 about to crash up on the curb cause my visions 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 club Got my mind on danger Never been a stranger ta homicide My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys Why do we die at an early age He was so young But still a victom 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' hennessey Runnin from my enemies Will I live to be 23 There's so much pain (Chorus) Ohhhh.... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain Ohhhh.... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain 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 Bokin out competitors See them take a move and take them down like a fuckin preditor Get in trouble everyday 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 [????] with love for me Pop, pop, pop And send a chuckle up above for me And yo come and seek ?? but I didn't cry Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke And now I'm tha one that's lookin lovely Pop the drop top and all tha bitches want ta rub me Kick'em the game It's all the same I kick it back yo Give'em slack yo And now they lable me tha mack yo People check it Get disrespected if you front tha the birdman You heard man Catch a couple shots from tha glock in my hand Damn! Release some realistic with my biscuit You know you get your ass twisted so run for cover Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust So if your on 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 (Chorus) Ohhhh... Ohhhh... 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 ready if they press me Bust some motherfuckers with a PASSION Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm BLASTIN I'm a nut and drinkin hennessey And gettin' high On tha lookout for my enemies Don't want to die Tell me why Cause this stress is gettin' major A buck fist across my face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone Keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong These sorry bastards Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see And everyday it just a struggle Steady thuggin' in the streets And I'll be ballin' loc Don't let'em make you worry Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta, With a motha on drugs I'm kickin dust up Ready ta 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) Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain Ohhhhhh......