Текст песни U-God f Black Ice, Letha Face - Pain Inside
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[Intro: U-God]Let me bug out, let me bug out for a second (fucka!)That`s why... (oh! Muthafuckas!)Mmm-mmm-mmm, it`s gangsta, niggaIt`s potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin`, try to hide..[Chorus: U-God]All the pain insideI had to face it that one day I`m gonna dieThat`s why I try to keep my head up towards the skySit back and watch, let me take you on a rideUh, natural high..[U-God]Yo, yo, make it rain again, spit flame againNow, watch how I`m aimin` `em, my bare hands is stranglin`Time to bang again, camera shots anglin`That`s right I got your head piece danglin`Mic`s is tanglin`, toast champagne againCoast to coast now, join the campaign againI fuck more women than Wilt ChamberlainIt`s, U-God, yeah he Back in the Game againI`m titanium, mixed with uraniumCrack craniums, no tamin` himLive at palladium (yeah), jam packed stadium (yeah)Many men, you`re afraid of himOnce they weighed him in, he flushed money down the drain againTouched vein again, rocks I`m slangin` `emCops can`t finger him, SWAT can`t bring him inNew millennium, we came to win[Chorus][Black Ice]I move in silence, and let guns go to my enemiesBud smoke and Hennessy, the remedy and toke is violentMuch slugs longer than Mini MeCross me, I lay down every one in your vicinityKeep a fifty cali` or line me in the Akademiks jeansIf I catch a homi`, somebody probably run and snitched on meRats, runnin` round talkin` this and thatSome white chicks I spit til your wigs sit backI grind these cracks, cuz I need cashG stacks, I lay my game down flat like a Chinese assYou heard me? Bitches wanna observe me, learn meMy mission is gettin` Ritz like Jersey, chips for attorney`sCommissary for niggaz that`s in the pen thirstyA big truck, your trick hypnotize by the twirliesIt`s Ice, from Shaolin to Crenshaw, dirtyLuv Allah, dump a clip off, at the BX, early[Chorus][Letha Face]Why ... the angels came down and pushed the devil in the dirtJerked the memory exist on the iron-on T-shirtPythons squeeze til your face turns purpleIt`s a race to murder you and I`m jumpin` the gunDump and run, the long nose cuttin` the soldier`s tongueYour nervous from the burners I`m squeezin`Without a learner`s permit, to carryThe calico stays concealed, if revealeadI must spray this clip through your windshield, it`s reaMy whole team reigns supreme, the infrared tech beamsOn my next swing, the heavy chainDeadly but steady aim, I cry "tears of the sun"That`ll burn the iron hot, as I`m piercin` through your lungsIt`s strung by my drug dealer`s dosesFerocious slang that`ll bang up your brains in roller coastersPosters in the background ready to clap roundsAnd empty up whole magazines up to the last round[Chorus]