Tupac - Pain (Alternative Remix) Lyrics
[voice sample from Star Trek V]I couldn't help but notice your pain(My pain?)It runs deepShare it with me![Verse 1: 2Pac]They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five*****ed on these suckas, time to dieEven as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the busi was a fool all through high school kickin' up dustBut now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?Smokin' weed helped me take away the painSo I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worryI'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurryMaybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?I had to feed my *****in' family, what else could I dobut be a thugout slangin' with the homies***** hangin' with them phonies in the clubgot my mind on dangernever been a stranger to homicidemy cities full of gang bangers and drive byswhy do we die at an early agehe was so youngbut still a victim of the 12 gaugemy memories of a corpsemind full of sick thoughtsand I ain't goin back to courtso ***** what you thought I'm drinkin' hennesseyrunnin from my enemies will I live to be 23there's so much pain[Chorus]Ohhhh....Tired of the Strain and the PainOhhhh....Tired of the Strain and the Pain[Verse 2: Stretch]years and years of that rough liferunnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knifeand livin trifed on the regularbokin out competitorssee them take a move and take them down like a *****in predatorget in trouble everyday in schoolact a fooland you know I had to break every ruleshowin off for the *****es cause I had the mad repso I had to watch my back when it was time to step?? with love for mepop, pop, popand send a chuckle up above for meAiyyo currency kept passing me by, but I didn't crybroke and head off with the pack and started sellin cokeAnd now the money's looking lovelyPop the drop top and now the *****es wanna rub meKick 'em the gameit's all the samei kick it back yoGive 'em slack yoand now they label me the mack yopeople check itget disrespected if you front the the birdmanyou heard mancatch a couple shots from the glock in my handDamn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuityou know you get your ass twisted so run for coverme and my man got a plan kickin' major dustso if your on nigga look for the gauge to busta lot of pressure with the street fameit's a deep gameand my mama always cryin'yo there's so much pain[Chorus]Ohhhh...Ohhhh...[Verse 3: 2Pac]They got me mobbin like I'mloc'ed and ready to get my slug oni load my clip and slip my mother*****in' gloves oni ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test meTrust, I got my glock *****ed playa if they press meBust on mother*****ers with a - paaassionBetter duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastinI'm a nuttin drinkin Hennessey and gettin' highOn the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna dieTell me why cause this stress is gettin' majorA buck-fifty across the face with my razorwhat can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gonekeep my brain on the game and stay head strongthese sorry bastardswant to kill me in my sleep but will they can I seeand everyday it just a strugglesteady thuggin' in the streetsand i'll be ballin' locdon't let 'em make you worrykeep swingin' at these suckas till you buriedi was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,with a mother on drugsI'm kickin dust upready to bustI'm on the scene steady muggin' meanuntil they kill mei'll be livin this lifei know you feel methere's so much pain[Chorus]Ohhh...Tired of the Strain and the PainOhhh...Tired of the Strain and the PainOhhh...Tired of the Strain and the PainOhhh...Tired of the Strain and the PainOhhhhhh....
