Pain

If you ain't street don't come around me

You a bobo you been going on a clown spree

Trying to imitate a g boy you could never be

False claiming got you turned into a casualty

We was good homie why you wanna hassle me

Oh you had seen I fucked yo bitch on balcony

Slid twice through the city now they after me

Bitch you gon need a whole army just to handle me

I'm something deadly when going on a murder spree

And if them people catch they gon throw the book at me

Called my cousin q you know he wit the shit

Hit me late last night said he had a lick

Bout 40 bricks 30 pounds and a lot cash

We hit the spot shot him once partner where the stash

Oh he playing hard still talking trash

Looked over to the left his girl was in a bag

See y'all bitches playing games we set the city on flames

Watch them police ass bitches down town giving names

Took a automatic gauge shot him dead in his brains

I'm not the blame I been feeling all kind of ways

Pray to God on my knees ask for better days

How can I live wit the shit I done

We used to rob drug dealers every day for fun

Knew you wasn't wit it seen it from the start

Yo momma cried when you died she died from broken heart

Went to your funeral so they can see

I'll get you hit in the streets if you play wit me

But I don't want no extra I just want my shit

So if come for the bread better give it up quick

And if you still got a problem I'm shoot you wit the stick