so much pain

• sample ları pek bi süperdir bu şarkının. sölien kadının sesi de süper.
  "im tired of the strain and the pain" lafı ne güzeldir orda. tam oturmuştur yerine.
• (bkz: so much is lost)
• orjinali kadar güzel olmayan şarkı 2pacın pain şarkısındaki son bölümdeki sözleri kullanılmıştır ...
  
  {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
  
  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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