Pain lyrics

[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]

They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high

Out in SouthSide nickle plated heater on my side.

Every night [shot] before I rest my head, I thank to Lord

For 'scaping this situations I can't afford. (uh-huh!)

Gun and sword, drama poppin' all across the board (YEAH!)

Mother-fuck yo' magazine and yo' Source Awards! [explode]

Just a year ago me and Yayo were makin' plans (alright!)

Now shit changed, I'm signing autographs and shakin' hands (that's right!)

Makin' grands, I got Jamaican and Haitian fans, (uh-huh!)

Went from ridin' BMX's to the racin' Lambs. - Ya understand? (uh-huh!)

They're not my homie, - they don't even know me

I had to learn from my experience, cause nobody showed me!

Nobody told me, I followed no direction! (uh-uh!)

Teflon for protection, so I don't end up like the next one! (yeeeaaah!)

I gotta - leave my Mark (Mark...) - and solidify my spots

So that way when I drop {GOD-...} - it's first class trip to the top. {DAMN!}

Chockin', smokin' that purple haaaaze. (uh-huh!) - Learned at a certain age (uh-huh!)

That once I get it! - Grab it, hold it, learn to control it. (whoooo!)

Niggas plottin', chockin', schemin', dreamin' that can can be me

Believe me! It's not too easy, you ain't built for TV! {DAMN!} [shot]

I'm hittin', splittin', duck and dodgin' these HOES

With an extra change of CLOTHES, when they show-up at my SHOWS.

I gotta - clear my heard and get my work DONE (work done!) (yeah!)

Cause I'm hittin' multi-platinum on my first on! (first month!) (YEAH!) {Whoooooo!} [shot]

• Artist:Lloyd Banks