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U-God f Black Ice, Letha Face - Pain Inside

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[Intro: U-God]
Let me bug out, let me bug out for a second (fucka!)
That`s why... (oh! Muthafuckas!)
Mmm-mmm-mmm, it`s gangsta, nigga
It`s potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin`, try to hide..

[Chorus: U-God]
All the pain inside
I had to face it that one day I`m gonna die
That`s why I try to keep my head up towards the sky
Sit back and watch, let me take you on a ride
Uh, natural high..

[U-God]
Yo, yo, make it rain again, spit flame again
Now, watch how I`m aimin` `em, my bare hands is stranglin`
Time to bang again, camera shots anglin`
That`s right I got your head piece danglin`
Mic`s is tanglin`, toast champagne again
Coast to coast now, join the campaign again
I fuck more women than Wilt Chamberlain
It`s, U-God, yeah he Back in the Game again
I`m titanium, mixed with uranium
Crack craniums, no tamin` him
Live at palladium (yeah), jam packed stadium (yeah)
Many men, you`re afraid of him
Once they weighed him in, he flushed money down the drain again
Touched vein again, rocks I`m slangin` `em
Cops can`t finger him, SWAT can`t bring him in
New millennium, we came to win

[Chorus]

[Black Ice]
I move in silence, and let guns go to my enemies
Bud smoke and Hennessy, the remedy and toke is violent
Much slugs longer than Mini Me
Cross me, I lay down every one in your vicinity
Keep a fifty cali` or line me in the Akademiks jeans
If I catch a homi`, somebody probably run and snitched on me
Rats, runnin` round talkin` this and that
Some white chicks I spit til your wigs sit back
I grind these cracks, cuz I need cash
G stacks, I lay my game down flat like a Chinese ass
You heard me? Bitches wanna observe me, learn me
My mission is gettin` Ritz like Jersey, chips for attorney`s
Commissary for niggaz that`s in the pen thirsty
A big truck, your trick hypnotize by the twirlies
It`s Ice, from Shaolin to Crenshaw, dirty
Luv Allah, dump a clip off, at the BX, early

[Chorus]

[Letha Face]
Why ... the angels came down and pushed the devil in the dirt
Jerked the memory exist on the iron-on T-shirt
Pythons squeeze til your face turns purple
It`s a race to murder you and I`m jumpin` the gun
Dump and run, the long nose cuttin` the soldier`s tongue
Your nervous from the burners I`m squeezin`
Without a learner`s permit, to carry
The calico stays concealed, if revealead
I must spray this clip through your windshield, it`s rea
My whole team reigns supreme, the infrared tech beams
On my next swing, the heavy chain
Deadly but steady aim, I cry "tears of the sun"
That`ll burn the iron hot, as I`m piercin` through your lungs
It`s strung by my drug dealer`s doses
Ferocious slang that`ll bang up your brains in roller coasters
Posters in the background ready to clap rounds
And empty up whole magazines up to the last round

[Chorus]

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