BIG NOYD - Pain lyrics

rate me

(feat. A-Dog)

[Intro: Big Noyd]

Nighttime shift, you know it gets no realer than this

what! we be comin, we comin, 41st side nigga, gangstaz

come on, we be in your face bitch

[Big Noyd]

You know when Q U come through we get 'em for they chain

They ain't sayin, quick to blow your motha'fuckin brains

Nigga light the Benz on autor, word to the daughter

Feel me black, ya' niggaz wanna beef, ya' niggaz betta squeeze

Hope he left his memories and fact, assumin that I love

that the streets and my gats, who hold me down?

who got my back?, no one, who holdin me down?

who got my back? shit my big guns makin you cowards run

I hit the bitch all in the lungs son wack 'em

When I flashed on 'em, I had his man turn an ass on 'em

Cuz the dezzy was pointed on his headdy

this niggaz ain't ready, dunn I dead crew

and ain't got shit poppin on Channel One news

Who the fuck is these dudes? niggaz wanna fuck

Who the fuck wanna screw? I'm reach for my shit ready to blast one

Doin jukes wit the one they say the mask on

yo hold me down your heart is low budget son

You had one in the head but you didn't pull it son

No time for fake-ness

be the first and last mistake you eva fuckin make bitch!

Come out and stop hidin, deal wit the pressure

Before I send hunger and gun to come get ya

Wit 4-4's and betta, dumb-dumb's I bet ya

You won't even feel wit when they kill ya

So watch your back bitch!

[Interlude: Big Noyd]

cuz we ghetto gangsta shit, 41st side nigga

Come on, cuz we comin, we comin, we comin

41st side what we here now

lets show 'em how we get down

[Hook x2: A-Dog]

All I see is crime outside and truthfully I can't take it

All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it

Shit!, the game is real so you must stay strong

All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone

[A-Dog]

I know cats that hate to take flicks

Blood thick in the hip by lingua chicks

Eager to strip, cornball slip, they knees stash closer to my dick

Savage dude eatin food disturbin the eagle trips

Son kissed to my lips bein bees played the concrete

Snow in the summer to increase your heart-beat

Duke, make it happen so retrovior right?

but when I black out and cut ya'll in half and sayin it ain't right?

Six building of the hook, henny and remy's

Stand dawg lays in samy at your enemy

Now they pass memories, I pal chicken til the death

Legal raw or legal I'm covered so fuck the ATF

Now fact the lord my thoughts are raw

I'm capable to leave the sickness seemed to chair-fold

Now the fair war, or severe any man hoar head

Shots chest, shots squeeze til this red hot

Bubble like where hustle and numb rocks

Soften your hard rocks wit one shot

And put your mind on your opposery

Blood ooze on his rose-rary

As I back away cautiously

[Hook x3: A-Dog]