"I don't know what to do, A
I don't, man...I feel naked out here, b
Thinking about how they got Sonny
They killing my little man, b
I'm about to be on some real murder shit, A
I'm tellin' you, man
Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong
Owes me money...or ever said any jealous bullshit about me
IS FUCKING DEAD!
(Uh)
I know it might seem crazy...but I sleep, wit' a P80
And you would do the same if you seen what I seen, lately
I gotta play it for keeps. This industry is shady
And my moms did good, but the bing and them streets raised me
Like T. Brady...I be play-reading my teammates
Pain and betrayal was able to teach A-V
I think maybe it's old dealings, that put the cold feelings
In my heart. Blood froze, so it's no chillin
My home skillet got hit, wit' his dome spillin
Died like an out-of-towner, in front of his own building!
And that was '0-6 when they killed him. No hospital
I wasn't there to stop it, so part of me feel responsible
And plus I had the game near, in the same year
Til' I caught a case wit' some bitch niggas, who came scared
The pain made a nigga wise, like gray hair
Buried my emotions, like, "f*ck it. It ain't fair."
PAIN. Nigga, what'chu know about PAIN!?
Pain bring strugglin', and strugglin' is strain
But money is the aim, so you gotta stay hustlin
But change ain't comin', so it's f*ckin' wit ya brain
DEATH. Nigga, what'chu know about DEATH!?
Death bring misery, and misery is stress
It got you pouring Henny, cuz too many of 'em left
And you feelin' like you finna be the next
I still remember when every night my hood made the news, it was fatal (B-K!)
Either over the cake, Red-Blue shit, or yayo
Pop dukes couldn't afford a tube, wit the cable
And I was hustlin', just to put food on the table
School? I was unable to go; I remained truant
I coulda been an A-student, but I ain't do it
I'd rather move work on the benches
"F*ck class!"...but on the block, I always had Perfect Attendance
What'chu know about duckin' your death!?
Or lettin' fragmented slugs ricochet, and stay stuck in your flesh...nigga?
Sitting in a cell, f*cking depressed...nigga?
And wasted potential, from one of the best...nigga?
The triple beams, and biddin', wit' big dreams
Picture living this shit before you hit sixteen
Get stabbed up, by your own pops, trying to kill
Then tell me that my life ain't real
Muthaf*cka, that's
PAIN. Nigga, what'chu know about PAIN!?
Pain bring strugglin', and strugglin' is strain
But money is the aim, so you gotta stay hustlin
But change ain't comin', so it's f*ckin' wit ya brain
DEATH. Nigga, what'chu know about DEATH!?
Death bring misery, and misery is stress
It got you pouring Henny, cuz too many of 'em left
And you feelin' like you finna be the next
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Quote: "See, all I ever wanted was
The honor...So f*ck Your Honor, only God can judge
Before my problems, I was hotter than a sauna, Cuzz
Now a nigga buzz even stronger; you see what karma does?"
And pardon the grudge...but I was so close to it
But certain shit you can't avoid, you gotta go THROUGH it!
That's how it's supposed to be
I ain't know my homies was fake, until they told
And them snakes was exposed to me
We supposedly was thicker than blood
And it hurts, when you gotta kill a nigga you loved
But I coulda got The Letter bid (LIFE). Gotta dead him, kid
My loyalty to the code won't allow me to let him live!
And Seven told me, "As long as you rhyme?
The whole game'll be yours...all in due time!"
But if I catch another case, fall, and do time
Then it's over...with more than two dimes. He doin' 2-5
He got sentenced in '0-7, not for dope sellin
Our closest homie (D.J.) was wit' him, and they was BOTH felons
Seven shot a nigga cold. They gave 'em both bail, and
Find out 9 months later, that our bro tellin'!
What made it so compelling...deep, and it ain't right?
I shot a party up out-of-town, beefin' that same night
If I was home, woulda been right there, wit' him
Shit, I'm supposed to be inside there, wit' him. Is life fair, nigga!?
No victim testimony. No evidence
Just a SNITCH on the stand, show-and-tellin' shit (what the f*ck!?)
25 years...(UGH!) He coulda beat the case
If this faggot nigga shut the f*ck up, and ain't tell 'em SHIT!
Before I did four, all they did was overlook me
Came home swole; all a sudden, these niggas pussy
Prison ripped my heart out, and threw salt in my chest
So ironic, how my pain can result in your death
You see, my pain? Made his head depart.
I laughed at it; Kevin Hart
Ask my enemies: nigga, f*ckin' wit' Av. was NEVER smart
I move like Mansa Musa...My maneuvers
Rivaling the mobsters. TRUTH; like my producers
And I'm wanted by the cops right now, is why I'm reclusive
Say "Armed & Dangerous" on my file. They prolly shootin
And ever since Mike Brown, pain hides, inside my blueprints
50 'Officers Down'; put nine inside they cruisers
(That's the sound of the police!) F*ck 'em, dem wan' jail us
Corruption at a all time high, they all jealous
Cuz we bred in melanin. Break laws for Margielas
When them ends tight, niggas just bend it like Martellus
What'chu know about PAIN!? (PAIN)
Low key felon, moving slow in that lane (LANE)
Don't like to read the Bible, but I know about Cain ('CAINE)
Rest in Peace to Boogie. Lil' Bro, on that name
I'll be holding that flame
A.V.
Rest in Peace, my nigga B.O.G.
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"I don't know what to do, A
I don't, man...I feel naked out here, b
Thinking about how they got Sonny
They killing my little man, b
I'm about to be on some real murder shit, A
I'm tellin' you, man
Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong
Owes me money...or ever said any jealous bullshit about me
IS FUCKING DEAD!
(Uh)
I know it might seem crazy...but I sleep, wit' a P80
And you would do the same if you seen what I seen, lately
I gotta play it for keeps. This industry is shady
And my moms did good, but the bing and them streets raised me
Like T. Brady...I be play-reading my teammates
Pain and betrayal was able to teach A-V
I think maybe it's old dealings, that put the cold feelings
In my heart. Blood froze, so it's no chillin
My home skillet got hit, wit' his dome spillin
Died like an out-of-towner, in front of his own building!
And that was '0-6 when they killed him. No hospital
I wasn't there to stop it, so part of me feel responsible
And plus I had the game near, in the same year
Til' I caught a case wit' some bitch niggas, who came scared
The pain made a nigga wise, like gray hair
Buried my emotions, like, "f*ck it. It ain't fair."
PAIN. Nigga, what'chu know about PAIN!?
Pain bring strugglin', and strugglin' is strain
But money is the aim, so you gotta stay hustlin
But change ain't comin', so it's f*ckin' wit ya brain
DEATH. Nigga, what'chu know about DEATH!?
Death bring misery, and misery is stress
It got you pouring Henny, cuz too many of 'em left
And you feelin' like you finna be the next
I still remember when every night my hood made the news, it was fatal (B-K!)
Either over the cake, Red-Blue shit, or yayo
Pop dukes couldn't afford a tube, wit the cable
And I was hustlin', just to put food on the table
School? I was unable to go; I remained truant
I coulda been an A-student, but I ain't do it
I'd rather move work on the benches
"F*ck class!"...but on the block, I always had Perfect Attendance
What'chu know about duckin' your death!?
Or lettin' fragmented slugs ricochet, and stay stuck in your flesh...nigga?
Sitting in a cell, f*cking depressed...nigga?
And wasted potential, from one of the best...nigga?
The triple beams, and biddin', wit' big dreams
Picture living this shit before you hit sixteen
Get stabbed up, by your own pops, trying to kill
Then tell me that my life ain't real
Muthaf*cka, that's
PAIN. Nigga, what'chu know about PAIN!?
Pain bring strugglin', and strugglin' is strain
But money is the aim, so you gotta stay hustlin
But change ain't comin', so it's f*ckin' wit ya brain
DEATH. Nigga, what'chu know about DEATH!?
Death bring misery, and misery is stress
It got you pouring Henny, cuz too many of 'em left
And you feelin' like you finna be the next
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Quote: "See, all I ever wanted was
The honor...So f*ck Your Honor, only God can judge
Before my problems, I was hotter than a sauna, Cuzz
Now a nigga buzz even stronger; you see what karma does?"
And pardon the grudge...but I was so close to it
But certain shit you can't avoid, you gotta go THROUGH it!
That's how it's supposed to be
I ain't know my homies was fake, until they told
And them snakes was exposed to me
We supposedly was thicker than blood
And it hurts, when you gotta kill a nigga you loved
But I coulda got The Letter bid (LIFE). Gotta dead him, kid
My loyalty to the code won't allow me to let him live!
And Seven told me, "As long as you rhyme?
The whole game'll be yours...all in due time!"
But if I catch another case, fall, and do time
Then it's over...with more than two dimes. He doin' 2-5
He got sentenced in '0-7, not for dope sellin
Our closest homie (D.J.) was wit' him, and they was BOTH felons
Seven shot a nigga cold. They gave 'em both bail, and
Find out 9 months later, that our bro tellin'!
What made it so compelling...deep, and it ain't right?
I shot a party up out-of-town, beefin' that same night
If I was home, woulda been right there, wit' him
Shit, I'm supposed to be inside there, wit' him. Is life fair, nigga!?
No victim testimony. No evidence
Just a SNITCH on the stand, show-and-tellin' shit (what the f*ck!?)
25 years...(UGH!) He coulda beat the case
If this faggot nigga shut the f*ck up, and ain't tell 'em SHIT!
Before I did four, all they did was overlook me
Came home swole; all a sudden, these niggas pussy
Prison ripped my heart out, and threw salt in my chest
So ironic, how my pain can result in your death
You see, my pain? Made his head depart.
I laughed at it; Kevin Hart
Ask my enemies: nigga, f*ckin' wit' Av. was NEVER smart
I move like Mansa Musa...My maneuvers
Rivaling the mobsters. TRUTH; like my producers
And I'm wanted by the cops right now, is why I'm reclusive
Say "Armed & Dangerous" on my file. They prolly shootin
And ever since Mike Brown, pain hides, inside my blueprints
50 'Officers Down'; put nine inside they cruisers
(That's the sound of the police!) F*ck 'em, dem wan' jail us
Corruption at a all time high, they all jealous
Cuz we bred in melanin. Break laws for Margielas
When them ends tight, niggas just bend it like Martellus
What'chu know about PAIN!? (PAIN)
Low key felon, moving slow in that lane (LANE)
Don't like to read the Bible, but I know about Cain ('CAINE)
Rest in Peace to Boogie. Lil' Bro, on that name
I'll be holding that flame
A.V.
Rest in Peace, my nigga B.O.G.
I don't, man...I feel naked out here, b
Thinking about how they got Sonny
They killing my little man, b
I'm about to be on some real murder shit, A
I'm tellin' you, man
Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong
Owes me money...or ever said any jealous bullshit about me
IS FUCKING DEAD!
(Uh)
I know it might seem crazy...but I sleep, wit' a P80
And you would do the same if you seen what I seen, lately
I gotta play it for keeps. This industry is shady
And my moms did good, but the bing and them streets raised me
Like T. Brady...I be play-reading my teammates
Pain and betrayal was able to teach A-V
I think maybe it's old dealings, that put the cold feelings
In my heart. Blood froze, so it's no chillin
My home skillet got hit, wit' his dome spillin
Died like an out-of-towner, in front of his own building!
And that was '0-6 when they killed him. No hospital
I wasn't there to stop it, so part of me feel responsible
And plus I had the game near, in the same year
Til' I caught a case wit' some bitch niggas, who came scared
The pain made a nigga wise, like gray hair
Buried my emotions, like, "f*ck it. It ain't fair."
PAIN. Nigga, what'chu know about PAIN!?
Pain bring strugglin', and strugglin' is strain
But money is the aim, so you gotta stay hustlin
But change ain't comin', so it's f*ckin' wit ya brain
DEATH. Nigga, what'chu know about DEATH!?
Death bring misery, and misery is stress
It got you pouring Henny, cuz too many of 'em left
And you feelin' like you finna be the next
I still remember when every night my hood made the news, it was fatal (B-K!)
Either over the cake, Red-Blue shit, or yayo
Pop dukes couldn't afford a tube, wit the cable
And I was hustlin', just to put food on the table
School? I was unable to go; I remained truant
I coulda been an A-student, but I ain't do it
I'd rather move work on the benches
"F*ck class!"...but on the block, I always had Perfect Attendance
What'chu know about duckin' your death!?
Or lettin' fragmented slugs ricochet, and stay stuck in your flesh...nigga?
Sitting in a cell, f*cking depressed...nigga?
And wasted potential, from one of the best...nigga?
The triple beams, and biddin', wit' big dreams
Picture living this shit before you hit sixteen
Get stabbed up, by your own pops, trying to kill
Then tell me that my life ain't real
Muthaf*cka, that's
PAIN. Nigga, what'chu know about PAIN!?
Pain bring strugglin', and strugglin' is strain
But money is the aim, so you gotta stay hustlin
But change ain't comin', so it's f*ckin' wit ya brain
DEATH. Nigga, what'chu know about DEATH!?
Death bring misery, and misery is stress
It got you pouring Henny, cuz too many of 'em left
And you feelin' like you finna be the next
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Quote: "See, all I ever wanted was
The honor...So f*ck Your Honor, only God can judge
Before my problems, I was hotter than a sauna, Cuzz
Now a nigga buzz even stronger; you see what karma does?"
And pardon the grudge...but I was so close to it
But certain shit you can't avoid, you gotta go THROUGH it!
That's how it's supposed to be
I ain't know my homies was fake, until they told
And them snakes was exposed to me
We supposedly was thicker than blood
And it hurts, when you gotta kill a nigga you loved
But I coulda got The Letter bid (LIFE). Gotta dead him, kid
My loyalty to the code won't allow me to let him live!
And Seven told me, "As long as you rhyme?
The whole game'll be yours...all in due time!"
But if I catch another case, fall, and do time
Then it's over...with more than two dimes. He doin' 2-5
He got sentenced in '0-7, not for dope sellin
Our closest homie (D.J.) was wit' him, and they was BOTH felons
Seven shot a nigga cold. They gave 'em both bail, and
Find out 9 months later, that our bro tellin'!
What made it so compelling...deep, and it ain't right?
I shot a party up out-of-town, beefin' that same night
If I was home, woulda been right there, wit' him
Shit, I'm supposed to be inside there, wit' him. Is life fair, nigga!?
No victim testimony. No evidence
Just a SNITCH on the stand, show-and-tellin' shit (what the f*ck!?)
25 years...(UGH!) He coulda beat the case
If this faggot nigga shut the f*ck up, and ain't tell 'em SHIT!
Before I did four, all they did was overlook me
Came home swole; all a sudden, these niggas pussy
Prison ripped my heart out, and threw salt in my chest
So ironic, how my pain can result in your death
You see, my pain? Made his head depart.
I laughed at it; Kevin Hart
Ask my enemies: nigga, f*ckin' wit' Av. was NEVER smart
I move like Mansa Musa...My maneuvers
Rivaling the mobsters. TRUTH; like my producers
And I'm wanted by the cops right now, is why I'm reclusive
Say "Armed & Dangerous" on my file. They prolly shootin
And ever since Mike Brown, pain hides, inside my blueprints
50 'Officers Down'; put nine inside they cruisers
(That's the sound of the police!) F*ck 'em, dem wan' jail us
Corruption at a all time high, they all jealous
Cuz we bred in melanin. Break laws for Margielas
When them ends tight, niggas just bend it like Martellus
What'chu know about PAIN!? (PAIN)
Low key felon, moving slow in that lane (LANE)
Don't like to read the Bible, but I know about Cain ('CAINE)
Rest in Peace to Boogie. Lil' Bro, on that name
I'll be holding that flame
A.V.
Rest in Peace, my nigga B.O.G.
Writer: Paul Michael
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid