AZ - Feel My Pain lyrics

rate me

This ain’t just rap, its about connects,

ya'll crabs could trap talk, this is about respect.

I’m a mixture of Mutulu and Malcolm X young Rick the Ruler, my mouth's a mess.

My lil homey home he on house arrest,

try to tell homey be grown, This is about success.

the streets been sewn we see a thousand deaths,

So many nuts bust I barely get aroused from sex

Try to do leers at the clear, lounge on decks,

Amongst those who couldn’t care what’s around my neck.

Ten respects BBM'n or sendin' a text linen fresh

Either we sinnin or blendin in with Execs

n**ga I’m blessed puff blunts with big in the flesh

Knew the Nas in '95 with the bridge address

Live what I rep, I'm real no identity theft, my will

It’s like a prisoner, appealing the stretch, it’s ill,

Recreation, my reputation, Could bring together the gangs from separation,

So, no dough, no explanations, blow!

Get lows my expectations glow.

OG, G.O.D and I don't know near Nigga that could deebo me.

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The way I put the words together, they want something new,

So let’s get reacquainted!

Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow!

You talkin' like this was a thing of the past!

Switch Hustlas been killin em ever since

Hate to tell the truth Dawg

It only makes sense!

Reminisce rent a miss' this is limitless,

started from the Genesis school,

Though I been it since

Touch down scrimmages talkin to your Nemesis,

barkin at your innocence, finding that you’re friends ain't shit

Let me finish it!

Few Niggers benefit!

New Niggers tend to send a cent to the penitent

Cam style, I know now what Killa meant

No resemblance moving off my inner strength

superb penmanship, heard that my pen' was sick

Never impetent wonder where my Niggers went,

Die hard is still the point even when I'm bent

Fly cars, Louis scarves, everything is meant

Two-ten new in charge Imma bring suspense,

White Ice Blue Chopard Y'all ain't seen me since

The young god, took a charge for 'em two attempts,

In my defense, I’m due to vent

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Rap convo, blackin' over congos,

glass condo, relaxed in the dawn mode

Both arms fold, feet up on the console

F**kin bomb holds skeetin on your cornrows

My boy Alonzo beat another homo

Let the dawn flow try and get Lebron's dough,

Head honcho high with a Milan glow,

How them horns blow make a n**ga mambo,

White Bronco, address beef pronto, breast meat combo, don't be a John Doe

Still calm though, OG at the trial when they hit Busy Bee in '03,

Low key, live wire flow be, 5th gear mode it could rip earlobes

Sip Ros'(rosay) think quick on my tiptoes, life's a b**tch and the chick chose

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Thanks to Dartox54 [top-tier AZ fan] for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Don reals for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to The Ripper for correcting these lyrics