don't work in this society The game got potential but it's lacking the variety Fans getting bored they don't even wanna buy CD's Nigglas ain't selling
bullets rang, shotguns and mac millis Spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game And deuce deuces can't stand the pain Little guns ain't
, who Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life I wouldn't have it any other way
From falling down the drain Feeling drained from the maimed Mutilated, diseased, disastered, deficient and dead Raging waves with no name Raining pain
I should write speeches Father forgive me, I sin with the women Im'a prince with the vision but a king with the written If the world don't end when I
to be twisted Plus your name's unlisted Rhymes are tough like gristle, watch the boy sizzle Your brainstorms don't even drizzle But my brainstorms gives lots of pain
t know what to do You know out of that office I continued to work I signed so many papers, my fingers started to hurt Then I shook off the pain, say
you know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive to the T-o-p, thats the top man Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain If these hoes down
rang, shotguns and Mac millis spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game And deuce deuces can't stand the pain Little guns ain't
up All my G's rep... [Pain interrupts chorus] [Bridge one: Pain & Cee] [Pain:] Carolyn! [Cee:] Yeah what? [Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a
Radio station, on vacation Wonder where Run was, damn be patient Comin' to the rescue, people won't let you Forget about my DJ and my crew Pickin' up
help you pass the time, sometimes You might as well smile Ain't no tears gonna drown the rain, keeps on falling You might as well smile Ain't no pain
at last So much that I don?t even drink from a fuckin glass Id rather find the first fountain I can and do it fast Didn?t understand a dream of a king
You people nursing every NERD You encourage to speak not Or you'll get murdered, you ain't heard How the industry seized Pac Somebody help the fame hurtin I won't
entire thang I'm normal, I've never admired fame I'm just famous cause I'm a fuck up and ya'll desired pain So don't talk to me when you see me Awfully
Hook: Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know
