prepared Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Fat Joe] B-X, T.S Ya heard me? Youngn' Rest Uh, yo, yo Gear up, you need
you need a bath So tell your secret agents don't be paranoid this wasn't taught by socrates or sigmund freud this is simply god's work you can't avoid
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
crib death The top rappers receive hot dogs up they ass, they get F Mark flush the toilet, you shit next Expand your stomach range with tummy pains
don't ask if it's the bud in me, because for some reason I smoke on some weed and get too wicked and raw It can't be nickel or soft, way it's chokin'
hennessey and orange juice I gotta be trippin', that bitch just melted through the floor [Everlast] (Xzibit) Yo, either I'm high or I think that I'm dreaming Don't
become berserk, it was no fun to work Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin' off my undershirt The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin' Throwin' up in public, yo
if he made it to the gate he wouldn't get in it {"It's pain in my life"} Y'all niggaz use pain for a gimmick But Lendon pain got pushed to the limit Got
antidote to the dope, add drugs in the party Pistol whippin' your body lyrical odyssey Y'all ain't smoke real shit 'less y'all smokin' with me And y'all ain't
, but my mind keeps fading away. And you keep trying, but you don't got nothin' to say. So we tried stealing, but somebody took it away. Yo! You were
ll flush Certainly don't get caught in the blind and keep yo curtain straight No I don't drink wine but I smoke purple grape sometimes see purple stars And I ain't
Jus' style is infinite Yo, yo, it stink like dead rappers, check it The re-birth, type of warfare biological Delve into my Water world, overcome any
, what up? We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up? Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up Eh yo, I'm a motherfuckin
got them choppers We got them choppers, ain't no love, we got them choppers We got them choppers I'm yo dawg, Project Pat ghetto section A Housing stomach pain
Jus Allah...Jus Allah...Jus Allah...Jus Allah" - Vinnie Paz Yo, Megatrom. Panic on the beat. Fuck. Yo, dumb ass niggaz [Verse 1] Yo, I was placed on
dad to beep Stuck on the streets stomach growlin like a dog showin his teeth Life ain't sweet (naw) life ain't a game I know life is more real then Slick
that didn't make it through the rain wasn't worthy 96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some