Fes Taylor - Pain Lyrics
f/ Dolo Mic, S.I.C.[Intro: Dolo Mic]G-yeah, Fes what up my nigga?Come on...K-Costal, what's the word baby?G-yeah... yo...[Hook x4: sample]Pain... burning insideRight in the streetsThat's inside of you and me[Dolo Mic]See I came up in the world with them gunners and thievesWho never smelt a good life, just itch for something to squeezeBlock busters who'll pop suckers for *****ing with meGlock clutchers who shot hustlers for *****ing up cheeseLook, I ran with some killas, scammed with gorillasHand-to-hand for the skrilla, damn it man I'm the illestPeople jam cuz they feel it, my plan is to drill itin the head of the masses, and blast with the realestsound that come around, fends rags to the richesAbout to shut it down, kid I'm bad and I'm viciousPause, I get off bras from the baddest of *****esOn par with the overflowing trash in the businessCan't wait to get past all these fags and these snitches (the ***** outta here)I love to hear the sounds of hands clap when I finishSalute from the streets and clubs packed to the limitI got it on smash, haters mad cuz they timid, motha*****a![Hook x4][Fes Taylor]Aiyo I might buy a burgundy Benz to match my shirtPolice hurt that we friends, they tapping my church (snitch)That's why I hear static when I talkBy my side, hold the 'matic when I walkI'm an addict for NewportsAnd pimp weed, bottles of Hennessy and new broadsStroking with my shoes on, after we do tours (yeah)No radio play, my shit only bumped outta carsSomething new jump out like I'm a star (alright)I don't drive it if it go more than thirty thousand miles on itLeave it in the garage, see if my child want itHe ain't even old enough to drive, but I spoiled him to deathSo I show him that, he ain't have to do a crime in front meIt's suicide, I let the Ruger decideIf he live or die depend on my aimI ain't fronting, I ain't been to the rangeBut I used to shoot the streetlights out off the roof back in the daysTry me, try me, niggaz...[Hook x4][S.I.C.]Aiyo, I live it and spit it, no gimmicks over hereY'all go 'head and dance but these is the lyrics of the yearThey wanna hear what I gotta say***** trying to get some radio play especially if I gotta payWe make no appointments, no e-mails or callsJust, run up in the office and tie up the bossUh, the money, the power, we hungry, we coming for our'sGuns to you cowards, put you under with flowersLove the joy but the pain feels so much betterNever take back them things, I ain't have no cheddarNow I laugh at shit I used to get mad atNo longer sad rap, I had that, look what my last albumI promised Taylor I would stitch it and sow it for himSo I'm up in the kitchen mixing pots with the water for himSolidified, it ain't no way you could blackball itThat Staten Island bullshit, we back on itHere come the pain...[Hook x4][Fes Taylor]They look at the wheels, I'm a crook with a dealThey shot through ya V, you took it and pealed (coward)I would've banged back with the Mack, how I rapped with the PackI clap at these rats, take that for the Stat! (S.I.)I'm like, try and shit on my boroughIs you kidding? We thoroughNiggaz is rollers, picture me rolling, they say... (you see me?)Chain hang to my balls, plus I bang in the hallsGraffitti the mall, my name on the wallsIt wrote: "***** flossing with the *****es"Think the Porsches is rented?"I feed niggaz, give 'em cautions in kitchens, just get itPorcelain, rip it, hand it like an auction, we did itUp North, Specs caught for a sentenceHe said: "Doing fifteen years, I'ma get these queersThey told on my boy, promise they all disappear"Promise, I hop out the truck when I'm hunting like Elmer FuddListen son, you niggaz better Donald Duck...(*****ing cartoon animated ass niggaz, B, it's that real hip-hop shit)
