2Pac — So Much Pain 2010 Remix

[Verse 1: 2Pac] As soon as I leave the house you want to page me See you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me want to leave I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve Your suspicious I deceive give me grief without belief but to me If you really trust me then it's pitiful Question me about my whereabouts that's so trivial Let me live my life and you can live yours Just be there to help me and support that's what your here for Not to give me stress and add to pressure Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test I'm sorry if I left you all alone But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the phone Don't you trust me? [Verse 2: Biggie] I grew up a fuckin' screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up Choppin' rocks overnight. The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin' Show they toes, you know they got stepped on A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon Runnin' from the police, picture that Nigga, I'm too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack That's why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker [Verse 3: Eazy-E] Now everything's good in my hood, and it's on and poppin' Eazy-muthaphukkin'-E from east side south Compton Straight givin' up the real On how a nigga feel talk that shit, mothafuckers' caps get peeled Layin' low in the cut Gettin' high than a motherfucker - Niggas know what's up I'm that gangsta-gangsta, is that what they're still yellin'? Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin' Live by the gun, you know what I'm sayin', Ren? (Yeah) So I guess I'll die by that motherfucker then So when I die, niggas bury me Make sure my shit reads Eazy-muthaphukkin'-E And it's a fact, to be exact, my tombstone should read 'He put Compton on that map' And that's how a nigga feel When I'm givin' up the motherfuckin' real