2Pac — Pain Nu-Mixx

[Intro: 2Pac & (Styles P)] Uh, pain, pain... (So much pain, so much pain) [Verse 1: 2Pac] They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my 4-5 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 labled as a troublemaker Who can you blame? Smokin' weed 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 fuckin' family What else could I do? But be a thug Out slangin' with the homies Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club Got my mind on danger Never been a stranger to homicide My city's full of gangbangers and drive-bys 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 fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' Hennessy, runnin' from my enemies Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] Thug soldier 'til I die Keep family by my side All night, I'm getting high Life's so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry? Mamas standing on the streets Gotta get back on my feet Stressed out, I can't sleep Life's so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry? [Verse 2: Styles P] I seen a couple niggas shot in the brain Seen a couple niggas shot in the frame And I'm tryna maintain Tell the truth though, the shit ain't the same I'ma die a thug, fuck it, it's the blood in my vein Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but I could wait I'm the letter after F and right before H I'm a G nigga, see nigga, the pain in my eye Player player play the game and you die I do a buck-85 and the beam in the ride Even hot from the flame of the 9 No stranger to danger in mine Matter fact, I be bangin' for mine Got a closet full of guns and I'm hangin' with mine So much pain, yeah, I spent years doing sicker shit If I cried, the tears'll probably be blood and liquor mixed And you ain't seen a nigga on no bicker shit Life's a bitch, bet you that all my niggas done twisted it [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] Thug soldier 'til I die Keep family by my side All night, I'm getting high Life's so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry? Mamas standing on the streets Gotta get back on my feet Stressed out, I can't sleep Life's so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry? [Verse 3: 2Pac] They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed 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 suckas if they test me Trust, I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me Bust some motherfuckers with a PASSION Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin when I'm BBBBLASTIN' 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-fifty across my face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone? I keep my brain on tha game and stay head-strong These sorry bastards want to 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 nigga from the gutta Word to mother, I'm touched 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: Butch Cassidy] Thug soldier 'til I die Keep family by my side All night, I'm getting high Life's so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry? Mamas standing on the streets Gotta get back on my feet Stressed out, I can't sleep Life's so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry? [Outro: 2Pac & (Styles P)] So much pain; there's so much pain (So much pain, so much pain) There's so much pain; there's so much pain (So much pain, so much pain) There's so much pain