Tytuł: Can't stop the pain

• Wykonawca: Cappadonna
• Wyświetleń: 244

  
   [Intro: Cappadonna]
  It's always a struggle, yeah
  Don't care how you look at
  P.J.'s, you know how it get, dirty, dirty
  Straight up and down, whole Staten Island (uh-huh)
  Slums, still the same, dude... word
  
  [Cappadonna]
  From Park Hill to Jungle Nil', we fight like Navy SEAL
  Don't get killed, chicks can't run in them heals
  Niggas whippin' out guns, payin' them bills
  Life is a bitch, you best not snitch
  Muthafucka, this the real, always
  The dope fiends, the crack stashed in the hallways
  Style hold it down, tell Polite call Kane
  Don't never test this, we try'nna make all aids
  Just niggas down when we blaze, crime pays
  Survival in the P.J.'s, or graffiti experts, M.C.'s and the D.J.'s
  Better watch your back when flippin' them pies
  Real niggas be goin' down right in front of your eyes
  If you on the block gettin' it, or a straight nine to five
  Still real, Homicide Hill, police circlin'
  NARCs got pictures of your grill, street turbulance
  
  [Chorus: Cappadonna]
  Cuz everytime I close my eyes, I could feel the rain
  And everywhere I seem to go girl, can't stop the pain
  No... can't stop the pain, no..
  
  [Cappadonna]
  Uh... this one's for mamma
  Niggas be gettin' slumped in my projects, it's real violent
  Crackheads be on the steps, young bloods'll pop somethin'
  Just to get that rep, everyday it's like this
  Don't even come outside, if you ain't try'nna get no rich
  Niggas murk each other for a small amount of chips
  Bloods fightin' other Bloods, there's no Crips where I live
  Somethin' gotta give, niggas bust one another
  Turn around and watch other kids, my hood's straight 7:30'in
  It get buckwild and the blocks is still dirty
  Cameras in the hall, bulletholes left in the wall
  Laundromats locked up, floods in the building
  The front drain is stopped up, I've been in the hood
  Ever since my pain popped up, but just in case
  One of ya'll niggas forgot, look at your head nigga
  What's that little red dot? Got ya!
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [Outro: Cappadonna]
  Give me the bread, heavy on the cheese
  Uh... straight like that
  Population Click! What's the deal
  FMF, PGL, Osama Island
  All my niggas in Crimestock, Sing-Sing, what's the deal?
  Far Rock' posse, Queens, Brooklyn, P-Lon
  That's my word... dance with this!
  Get your guns together... takin' pictures..