Текст песни Master P, Mia X, Tre-8, Mo B. Dick - So Much Pain
Master P, Mia X, Tre-8, Mo B. Dick - So Much Pain слова песни
[Master P and (Mo B. Dick)]Oh like that (Ooh)Tre-8 they ain`t ready for this dog (Ooh)Smoke One and No Limit (Ooh)All the way from California to New OrleansAsk em` about it, so much pain boy (So much pain)[Master P]Birds in the kitchen, palms itchin`And all y`all niggas in the game pay attentionAs I teach, ain`t got no time to preach2 for 3, 4 for 5, 16 a fuckin` keyDon`t laugh, niggas like to backstabBut where I`m from see yo brother on a body slabNew Orleans, the city of the candy creamA bunch of projects full of jackers and dope fiendsAs I cry, think one day I gotta dieBut I don`t give a fuck cause ain`t no love from the outsideAs I walk to the projectsNiggas killin` dope fiends behind fuckin` county checksAnd my younger homie smokin` dopeThe niggas I used to hang with doin` that boy brokeAnd they gone off that water, waterAin`t no love from New Orleans all the way back to FloridaIt`s just a bunch of pain[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]So much pain, so much painSo much pain, so much pain[Mia X]I`m feelin` so much pain, holdin` back my tears of angerAs I walk through this danger zoneThat I used to call homeStrangers got my nerves all jumpyBut it`s best I watch them niggas who be smilin` actin` chummyLike it`s all realI don`t know why they got it in for meLike my girl Jill, who was sleepin` with the enemyNever knew the handy dope was a sad oneNow I know the vibes that I felt was some bad onesTakes a mad one, females so preciousTryin` to move on since our best friend left usGot my baby still stuck in this drama filled blueTryin` to get my pockets on so I can snatch him from this zooAnd paint a clearer picture cause the one I see nowGot my vision all blurry, hard to see my way outBow my head to Lord and pray hard for a changeCan lift a sister from feelin` thisSo much pain, so much pain[Chorus][Tre-8]Growin` up as a youngster, comin` around that thug lifeDog nights with drug fights just made me get my mind rightBut times I just slap on ya block and leave me bleedin`It`s hard for me to run cause they might catch me when I`m sleepin`But I`m peepin` out the go round, wipe the sweat from my foreheadTake a swig of the beer and reminice about what my boy saidHe told me keep my head up, don`t get filled with all this dramaHavin` talks with my diary cause I can`t have talks with my mamaAnd still feel my eyes fold I start to be the bestSometimes I cock my nine and wanna get it of my chestBut I guess I`ll just take it one day at a timeBut until a nigga die I got these feelings on my mindFuckin` so much pain[Chorus to fade]