I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep
Share it with me
Uh, pain
Pain, pain, pain
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school, kickin' up dust
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker, who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless, rollin' down the freeway swervin', don't worry
I'm 'bout to crash up on the curb 'cause my vision's blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my f*ckin' family, what else could I do but be a thug?
Out slangin' with the homies, f*ck hangin' with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to court, so f*ck what you thought
I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies
Will I live to be twenty-three?
There's so much pain
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife
And livin' trife on the regular, buckin' out competitors
See 'em fake a move and chase 'em down like the f*ckin' Predator
Get in trouble everyday in school, act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
But the grimiest of the grimiest with love for me
Go pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by, but I didn't cry broke
Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now the money's lookin' lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Pick up the game, it's all the same
I kick it back, yo, give 'em slack, yo
And now they label me the Mack, yo, people check it
Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman, you heard, man
Catch a couple shots from the Glock in my hand
Damn, at least I'm realistic with my biscuit
You know you get your ass twisted, so run for cover
Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust
So if you're on, nigga, look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game
And my mama always cryin', yeah, there's so much pain
So tired
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So tired, so
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So
They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherf*ckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me
Bust, on motherf*ckers with a passion
Better duck, 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blastin'
I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why, 'cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
I'm real, they cannot see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin' on the streets
And I'll be ballin', loc, don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas 'til you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta
Word to mother I'm trapped, I'm kickin' dust up, ready to bust
I'm on the scene, steady muggin' mean until they kill me
I'll be livin' this life, I know you feel me
There's so much pain
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)
Tupac - Pain Lyrics
Tupac - Pain Lyrics
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I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep
Share it with me
Uh, pain
Pain, pain, pain
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school, kickin' up dust
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker, who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless, rollin' down the freeway swervin', don't worry
I'm 'bout to crash up on the curb 'cause my vision's blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my f*ckin' family, what else could I do but be a thug?
Out slangin' with the homies, f*ck hangin' with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to court, so f*ck what you thought
I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies
Will I live to be twenty-three?
There's so much pain
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife
And livin' trife on the regular, buckin' out competitors
See 'em fake a move and chase 'em down like the f*ckin' Predator
Get in trouble everyday in school, act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
But the grimiest of the grimiest with love for me
Go pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by, but I didn't cry broke
Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now the money's lookin' lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Pick up the game, it's all the same
I kick it back, yo, give 'em slack, yo
And now they label me the Mack, yo, people check it
Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman, you heard, man
Catch a couple shots from the Glock in my hand
Damn, at least I'm realistic with my biscuit
You know you get your ass twisted, so run for cover
Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust
So if you're on, nigga, look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game
And my mama always cryin', yeah, there's so much pain
So tired
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So tired, so
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So
They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherf*ckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me
Bust, on motherf*ckers with a passion
Better duck, 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blastin'
I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why, 'cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
I'm real, they cannot see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin' on the streets
And I'll be ballin', loc, don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas 'til you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta
Word to mother I'm trapped, I'm kickin' dust up, ready to bust
I'm on the scene, steady muggin' mean until they kill me
I'll be livin' this life, I know you feel me
There's so much pain
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)
My pain?
It runs deep
Share it with me
Uh, pain
Pain, pain, pain
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school, kickin' up dust
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker, who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless, rollin' down the freeway swervin', don't worry
I'm 'bout to crash up on the curb 'cause my vision's blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my f*ckin' family, what else could I do but be a thug?
Out slangin' with the homies, f*ck hangin' with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to court, so f*ck what you thought
I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies
Will I live to be twenty-three?
There's so much pain
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife
And livin' trife on the regular, buckin' out competitors
See 'em fake a move and chase 'em down like the f*ckin' Predator
Get in trouble everyday in school, act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
But the grimiest of the grimiest with love for me
Go pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by, but I didn't cry broke
Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now the money's lookin' lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Pick up the game, it's all the same
I kick it back, yo, give 'em slack, yo
And now they label me the Mack, yo, people check it
Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman, you heard, man
Catch a couple shots from the Glock in my hand
Damn, at least I'm realistic with my biscuit
You know you get your ass twisted, so run for cover
Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust
So if you're on, nigga, look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game
And my mama always cryin', yeah, there's so much pain
So tired
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So tired, so
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So
They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherf*ckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me
Bust, on motherf*ckers with a passion
Better duck, 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blastin'
I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why, 'cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
I'm real, they cannot see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin' on the streets
And I'll be ballin', loc, don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas 'til you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta
Word to mother I'm trapped, I'm kickin' dust up, ready to bust
I'm on the scene, steady muggin' mean until they kill me
I'll be livin' this life, I know you feel me
There's so much pain
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)
Writer: Christopher X. Walker, Randy Walker, Kevin Rhames, Tupac Shakur, Earl Wilbert Jr. Klugh, Dave Grusin
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Performed By: Tupac
Language: English
Length: 4:33
Written by: Christopher X. Walker, Randy Walker, Kevin Rhames, Tupac Shakur, Earl Wilbert Jr. Klugh, Dave Grusin