voice sample from Star Trek V]

I couln't help but notice your pain

[My pain?]

It runs deep

Share it with me!

They'll never take me alive

i'm gettin' high with my four-five

Cocked on these suckas

Time ta die

Even as a youngster

causin' ruckis on tha back of the bus

i was a fool all through high school

kickin' up dust

but now i'm labled as a trouble maker

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 about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry

maybe if they tried to understand me

what should i do ?

i had to feed my fuckin' family

what else could i do

but be a thug

out slangin' with the homies

fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club

got my mind on danger

never been a stranger ta homicide

my cities full of gang bangers and drive bys

why do we die at an early age

he was so young

but still a victom of the 12 guage

my memories of a corpse

mind full of sick thoughts

and i ain't goin back to court

so fuck what you thought

im drinkin' hennessey

runnin from my enemies

will i live to be 23

there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhhh....

Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain

Ohhhh....

Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain

years and years of that rough life

runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife

and livin trifed on the regular

bokin out competitors

see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin preditor

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

(for my grimies of grimiest) with love for me

pop, pop, pop

and send a chuckle up above for me

and yo come and seek ?? but i didnt cry

broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke

and now i'm tha one that's lookin lovely

pop the drop top and all tha bitches want ta rub me

kick'em the game

it's all the same

i kick it back yo

give'em slack yo

and now they lable me tha mack yo

people check it

get disrespected if you front tha the birdman

you heard man

catch a couple shots from tha glock in my hand

Damn!

release some 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 your on nigga look for the guage to bust

a lot of pressure with the street fame

it's a deep game

and my mama always cryin'

yo there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhhh...

Ohhhh...

They got me mobbin like i'm

loc'ed and ready to get my slug on

i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on

i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me

trust

i got my glock cocked ready if they press me

bust some motherfuckers 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 tha lookout for my enemies

don't wanna die

tell me why

cause this stress is gettin' major

a buck fist across my face with my razor

what can i do but be a thug until i'm dead and gone

keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong

these sorry bastards

want to kill me in my sleep but will they can i see

and everyday it just a struggle

steady thuggin' in the streets

and i'll be ballin' loc

don't let'em make you worry

keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried

i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,

with a motha on drugs

i'm kickin dust up

ready ta 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

(Chorus)

Ohhh...

Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain

Ohhh...

Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain

Ohhh...

Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain

Ohhh...

Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain

Ohhhhhh..