8 Mile More Music movie - Bring Da Pain lyrics
rate me<br>
Basically, can't fuck with me<br>
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[Verse One:]<br>
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I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain<br>
Let's go inside my astral plane<br>
Find out my mental's based on instrumental<br>
records hey, so I can write monumental<br>
Methods, I'm not the King<br>
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM<br>
check it, just how deep can shit get<br>
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it<br>
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over<br>
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross<br>
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side<br>
And I'm the dark side of the Force<br>
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan<br>
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it<br>
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus<br>
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it<br>
Styles, I gets buckwild<br>
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files<br>
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy<br>
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze<br>
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[Chorus:]<br>
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Is it real son, is it really real son<br>
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real<br>
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one<br>
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real<br>
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[Interlude: Booster]<br>
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And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)<br>
I listened to some champion (champion)<br>
I always wondered (wondered)<br>
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)<br>
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)<br>
And de gargon summary<br>
And any man dat come test me (test me)<br>
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)<br>
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[Verse Two:]<br>
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Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope<br>
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke<br>
off the set comin to your projects<br>
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise<br>
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit<br>
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit<br>
And it's gonna get even worse word to God<br>
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments<br>
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth<br>
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest<br>
You can come test realize you're no contest<br>
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West<br>
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four<br>
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore<br>
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper<br>
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof<br>
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw<br>
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw<br>
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns<br>
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm<br>
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe<br>
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'<br>
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What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style<br>
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*<br>
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes<br>
We have to stick you<br>
[horn sound of car racing by]<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Outro:]<br>
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I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off<br>
and make you kneel in some staircase piss<br>
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I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off<br>
and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills<br>
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You motherfuckers<br>
(So??) So fuck the hoe<br>
Fuck the hoe<br>
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(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...)<br>
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