(master p chorus) Feel my pain, feel my pain This ghetto got me goin through some thangs God feel my pain. (x4) (fiend talking) There comes a time,
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[Master P chorus] Feel my pain, feel my pain this ghetto got me goin through some thangs God feel my pain. [x4] [Fiend talking] There comes a time
could take my mama's place Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool With the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby
You know a lot of girls be thinkin' my songs are about them This is not to get confused, this one's for you Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted
Some days, feels my soul has left my body Feel I'm floating high above me Like I'm looking down upon me Start sinking, everytime I get to thinking
CHORUS:] L is for the liars that have surrounded me I insurities my head down in these streets F my future there isn't 1 E Eternal hope This is my
. A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street. I hack up my victims like pieces of meat. Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend, Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds. My
My Waiting Room Never Pay Attention To The Roomers And What They Assumed And Till Them Girls Proofed It I'm The One To Never Get Confused With [Bridge:] Baby You My
made a special spot for my name Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign But the music lives in me, every drop in my vein The pride and the pain all the way
wanna be I got an idea... Yo, we should get a room shaaaawty, yeah that's what we should do shaaaaawty Put it on my blackcard, we can raid the minibar Then I'm a take
powder? Why did bush knock down the towers? Why you around them cowards? Why Aaliyah have to take that flight? Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari? Why he take
the coffin Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain Nigga got ta fucked up bang Taking no shorts so fuck ya man Claim my thang to slang them bloody
'm stacked and ripping shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my
I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in me Still with me Pain plus work shit she
Picture at the funeral No casket You bistards be missin' My jewels, my whip My rims we bitchin' My guns be the heat That'll make you blister My mens, my
the only way to hurry y'all Here's my last proposition, I'm treatin' rap like crack If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition Don't take
