(feat. Mia X, Tre-8, Mo B. Dick) [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]
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