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Ja Rule f 2Pac - Pain is Love

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[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

[Chorus]
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

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