P.A.I.N.E.

[Intro] What the fuck made it ok, for these soft-ass niggas out here Motherfucking soft-ass niggas out here "It's 'bout to be on" -] The Lah That talk lot of shit "'bout to bust" -] The Lah "Underground street nigga Bumpy came" -] The Lah [Verse One] Yea!! What you knocking in your tape-deck just my property Unknown forces think they stopping me Here's some information; I'm god's child Meat, bones, blood in veins And I bust til I can't mix, mud and brains Someday I may be punished for the shit that I do So crack the gates of hell, I might slide through But I ain't staying I need to pay a visit to the man That took my baby brother from the palm of my hand I'm a menace to the public like too many Bee's Overcome by rappers who puff too many trees So I stand out like a white cop in Harlem With two rusty ya means, that's what I call 'em I'm a giant in a field of mice With Gortex & spikes, giving R & B rap niggas short life You wanna dance with a underground Puffy Without niggas around me that might wanna bust me Sometimes I'm like a white man don't trust me Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like a white man All you niggas dis-gust me Fuck who you are I don't care who you are I'm the roundest nigga down here, square who you are You want drama, you can get it! *scratch* and Premier's down with it baby [Hook] There's not a problem that I can't fix All I need is my two four-fifths And if you niggas wantin trouble I sure hold it double and I only aim straight for the brain It's the Preem and Bumpy Bringin ya pain Bringin ya pain Bringin ya pain [Verse Two] It's the smackdown fuck the Rock and all that I smack niggas down who think they all that All you rap niggas cat fight, just wanna be seen In the magazine, lip twisted lookin all mean I got a heart like mean Joe Green I run niggas down and got paid for it, since sixteen I'm a addict, B, this thug shit is like nicotine And I can't stop smoking, I can't stop smoking I'm like Rakim with muscles, No Jokin If niggas try to disrespect my melody I gun for the felony There's a whole lot of questions that really need answers Like; Who the fuck told you that your rhymestyle was hot!? You know where Biggie died? Who bust that shot? Why is Sammy Bull still living and where the fuck is Pac? It's a rat race, niggas don't wanna see me rich Catch twenty-two, niggas don't wanna see me flip Cause I'm Billy Danze, Billy Graham, Lil' Fame Jesse James, Manson and Dahmer, I love black bitches I'm a night time nigga, day riches I won't even call a woulf for you niggas I bring gay bitches it's like order and take-out You know you gon' get it *scratch* and Premier's down with it baby! [Hook] [Verse Three] If I die today or tomorrow, I got no regrets I'm like the cigarette before cancer - hard to forget! I'm start to the finish I don't like reason Cause niggas don't negotiate it's all about thieving Tired of proving that I ain't leaving until I'm done Put my last mic in my casket and then I'm one Raps arithmetic, wild like Spofford back in '86 Rushing towards for the guards, bussin for the gods You better get your camera out flip the moving mural That don't carry one gun, I do that shit in plural Yo Preem did niggas think that I was a fake now After the Shakedown still ain't catch no drama,When Panchi had beef I passed the llama And told my nigga holla if it get thick, I'm there like mama Sunshine and rain, put time in pain Like a too tight cartier watch Diamond frame Duke signed his name got caught up in his lyrics Now he's Ray Charles bustin his gun, blind in aim I'm the black Bentley Azure with the bullet proof doors With the two overhead cams peddle to the floor I'm never satisfied in rude war Like a 350 pound nigga on an aeroplane, I want more! *scratch* "It's 'bout to be on" You want beef you can get it And Premier's down with it baby! [Hook ](2x) *scratch* "It's 'bout to be on"