Pain (Explicit) - 2Pac/Stretch

Lyrics by：Tupac Shakur (as T. Shakur)/Stretch (as R. Walker)/Dave Grusin/Earl Klugh

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 to die

Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus

I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust

But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker-who can you blame

Smokin' w**d helped me take away the pain

So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin' don't worry

I'm 'bout to crash up on the curb 'cause my vision's blurry

Maybe if they tried to understand me-what should I do

I had to feed my f**kin' family

What else could I do

But be a thug out slangin' with the homies

F**k hangin' with them phonies in the clubs

Got my mind on danger never been

A stranger to homicide

My city's full of gang-bangers and drive-by's

Why do we die at an early age

He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge

My memories of a corpse mind full of sick thoughts

And I ain't goin' back to court so f**k what you thought

I'm drinkin' Hennessy runnin' from my enemies

Will I live to be 23 there's so much pain

Tired of the strain and the pain

Ohhhh

Tired of the strain and the pain

Ohhhh

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

Buckin' out competitors

See 'em fake a move and chase 'em down

Like the f**kin' Predator

Get in trouble every day in school act a fool

And you know I had to break every rule

Showin' off for the b***hes 'cause I had the mad rep

So I had to watch my back

When it was time to step

But my grimies is the grimiest with love for me

Pop pop pop and send a chuckle up above for me

Ayo currency kept passin' me by but I didn't cry broke

Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke

And now the money's lookin' lovely

Pop the drop top and now the b***hes wanna rub me

Kick 'em the game it's all the same

I kick it back yo give 'em slack yo

And now they label me the mack yo people check it

Get disrespected if you front on the

Birdman you heard man

Catch a couple shots from the Glock in my hand

D**n At least I'm realistic with my biscuit

You know you get yo' a*s twisted so run for cover

Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust

So if you owe n***a 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

Ohhhh

So tired so tired

Ohhhh

Soso

Ohhhh

Soso

Ohhhh

Soso

They got me mobbin' like

I'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on

I load my clip and slip my motherf**kin' gloves on

I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me

Trust-I got my Glock cocked playa if they press me

Bust on motherf**kers with a passion

Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm 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 this stress is gettin' major

A buck 50 across 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 head strong

These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep

I'm real they cannot see

And every day is just a struggle

Steady thuggin' on the streets

And I'll be ballin' loc don't let 'em make you worry

Keep swingin' at these suckas 'til you buried

I was born to raise hell a n***a from the gutta

Word to mother I'm touched

Out 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

Ohhh

Tired of the strain and the pain

Don't get too close because you might get shot

Ohhh

Tired of the strain and the pain

Tired of the strain and the pain

Ohhh

Ohhh

Ohhh

Ohhhhhh