[Master P and (Mo B. Dick)]
Oh like that (Ooh)
Tre-8 they ain`t ready for this dog (Ooh)
Smoke One and No Limit (Ooh)
All the way from California to New Orleans
Ask em` about it, so much pain boy (So much pain)
[Master P]
Birds in the kitchen, palms itchin`
And all y`all niggas in the game pay attention
As I teach, ain`t got no time to preach
2 for 3, 4 for 5, 16 a fuckin` key
Don`t laugh, niggas like to backstab
But where I`m from see yo brother on a body slab
New Orleans, the city of the candy cream
A bunch of projects full of jackers and dope fiends
As I cry, think one day I gotta die
But I don`t give a fuck cause ain`t no love from the outside
As I walk to the projects
Niggas killin` dope fiends behind fuckin` county checks
And my younger homie smokin` dope
The niggas I used to hang with doin` that boy broke
And they gone off that water, water
Ain`t no love from New Orleans all the way back to Florida
It`s just a bunch of pain
[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]
So much pain, so much pain
So much pain, so much pain
[Mia X]
I`m feelin` so much pain, holdin` back my tears of anger
As I walk through this danger zone
That I used to call home
Strangers got my nerves all jumpy
But it`s best I watch them niggas who be smilin` actin` chummy
Like it`s all real
I don`t know why they got it in for me
Like my girl Jill, who was sleepin` with the enemy
Never knew the handy dope was a sad one
Now I know the vibes that I felt was some bad ones
Takes a mad one, females so precious
Tryin` to move on since our best friend left us
Got my baby still stuck in this drama filled blue
Tryin` to get my pockets on so I can snatch him from this zoo
And paint a clearer picture cause the one I see now
Got my vision all blurry, hard to see my way out
Bow my head to Lord and pray hard for a change
Can lift a sister from feelin` this
So much pain, so much pain
[Chorus]
[Tre-8]
Growin` up as a youngster, comin` around that thug life
Dog nights with drug fights just made me get my mind right
But times I just slap on ya block and leave me bleedin`
It`s hard for me to run cause they might catch me when I`m sleepin`
But I`m peepin` out the go round, wipe the sweat from my forehead
Take a swig of the beer and reminice about what my boy said
He told me keep my head up, don`t get filled with all this drama
Havin` talks with my diary cause I can`t have talks with my mama
And still feel my eyes fold I start to be the best
Sometimes I cock my nine and wanna get it of my chest
But I guess I`ll just take it one day at a time
But until a nigga die I got these feelings on my mind
Fuckin` so much pain
[Chorus to fade]
