Song: Pain (Radio edit)
Album: Regulate single
Transcribed by: Live-squad.com

[Sample from Star Trek V]
”I couldn't help but notice your pain”
”My pain?”
”It runs deep. Share it with me!”

[Intro]
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{Chorus}
Uuhh.Oohh..Ooohhh...wOooohhhh....
Uuhh.Oohh..Ooohhh...wOooohhhh....

[2Pac]
They'll never take me alive, I'm getting high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die.
Even as a youngster, causing rukus on the back of the bus,
I was a fool all through high school kicking up dust.
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker, who can you blame?
Smoking (edit) helped me take away the pain,
So I'm hopeless.
Rolling down the freeway swerving, don't worry,
I'm about 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 whole family.
What else could I do, but be a thug
out slanging with the homies
Fuck hanging 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, forget what you thought.
I'm sipping hennessey running from my enemies,
Will I live to be 23?
There's so much pain

(Chorus)
Uuhh.Oohh..Ooohhh...wOooohhhh.... (don’t get too close because ya might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain Yeeaaoowww
Uuhh.Oohh..Ooohhh...wOooohhhh.... (don’t get too close because ya might get shot boy)
Tired of the strain and the pain
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[Stretch]
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin’ crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife,
And living trifed on the regular,
Buckin down competitors,
See 'em fake a move and chase em down like the predator.
Getin' trouble everyday in school,
Act a fool, and you know I had to break every rule.
Showing off for the ladies cause I had the mad bread
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
but my crimey is lookin grimmy with love for me,
Ooh pop, pop, and send that sucker up above for me.
Aiyo, currency kept passing me by, but I didn't cry,
Broke, got hit off with the pack and started sellin coke,
And now the money's looking lovely,
Hop the drop top and now them ladies wanna rub me,
Kick 'em 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
Ya heard me, catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand
Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit
You know you get yo self twisted, so run for cover.
Me and my man got a plan kicking major dust,
So if you owe some dough, look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game,
and my mama always crying yo, there's so much pain

(Chorus)
Uuhh.Oohh..Ooohhh...wOooohhhh.... (don’t get too close because ya might get shot)
Sooo Take it Sooo Take It
Uuhh.Oohh..Ooohhh...wOooohhhh....
So Uuh.Ooohhh.... So Uuh.Ooohh.... (don’t get too close because ya might get shot boy)

[2Pac]
They got me mobbin’ like I'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on,
I load my clip and slip my steady thugging 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 sorry suckers with a passion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm blastin’
I'm a nut 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 across 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 suckers want to kill me in my sleep,
But will they, can I see,
And everyday is just a struggle
steady thuggin' in the streets
And i'll be ballin’ loc’,
Don't let 'em make you worried,
Keep swinging at these suckas till you buried.
I was born to raise hell,
A brother from the gutta,
Word to mother I'm touched,
I'm kickin dust up ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
Until they kill me
I'll be living this life
I know you feel me
There's so much pain

(Chorus)

Uuhh.Oohh..Ooohhh...wOooohhhh....
Tired of the strain and the pain Yeeaaoowww hey (don’t get too close because ya might get shot)
Uuhh.Oohh..Ooohhh...wOooohhhh....
Tired of the strain and the pain uh(echos) (don’t get too close because ya might get shot)
Uuhh.Oohh..Ooohhh...wOooohhhh....
Tired of the strain and the pain Yeeaaoowww hey (don’t get too close because ya might get shot)
Uuhh.Oohh..Ooohhh...wOooohhhh....
Tired of the strain and the pain uh(echos) (don’t get too close because ya might get shot boy)
UuuuMMmOOO00000oooooohhhhh........ (repeat uh hey)

(YOU MIGHT GET SHOT)