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U-God - Pain Inside lyrics
[Intro: U-God]
 Let me bug out, let me bug out for a second (fucka!)
 That's why... (oh! Muthafuckas!)
 Mmm-mmm-mmm, it's gangsta, nigga
 It's potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide..
 [Chorus: U-God]
 All the pain inside
 I had to face it that one day I'm gonna die
 That's why I try to keep my head up towards the sky
 Sit back and watch, let me take you on a ride
 Uh, natural high..
 [U-God]
 Yo, yo, make it rain again, spit flame again
 Now, watch how I'm aimin' 'em, my bare hands is stranglin'
 Time to bang again, camera shots anglin'
 That's right I got your head piece danglin'
 Mic's is tanglin', toast champagne again
 Coast to coast now, join the campaign again
 I fuck more women than Wilt Chamberlain
 It's, U-God, yeah he Back in the Game again
 I'm titanium, mixed with uranium
 Crack craniums, no tamin' him
 Live at palladium (yeah), jam packed stadium (yeah)
 Many men, you're afraid of him
 Once they weighed him in, he flushed money down the drain again
 Touched vein again, rocks I'm slangin' 'em
 Cops can't finger him, SWAT can't bring him in
 New millennium, we came to win
[Chorus]
 [Black Ice]
 I move in silence, and let guns go to my enemies
 Bud smoke and Hennessy, the remedy and toke is violent
 Much slugs longer than Mini MeU-God - Pain Inside - http://motolyrics.com/u-god/pain-inside-lyrics.html
 Cross me, I lay down every one in your vicinity
 Keep a fifty cali' or line me in the Akademiks jeans
 If I catch a homi', somebody probably run and snitched on me
 Rats, runnin' round talkin' this and that
 Some white chicks I spit til your wigs sit back
 I grind these cracks, cuz I need cash
 G stacks, I lay my game down flat like a Chinese ass
 You heard me? Bitches wanna observe me, learn me
 My mission is gettin' Ritz like Jersey, chips for attorney's
 Commissary for niggaz that's in the pen thirsty
 A big truck, your trick hypnotize by the twirlies
 It's Ice, from Shaolin to Crenshaw, dirty
 Luv Allah, dump a clip off, at the BX, early
[Chorus]
 [Letha Face]
 Why ... the angels came down and pushed the devil in the dirt
 Jerked the memory exist on the iron-on T-shirt
 Pythons squeeze til your face turns purple
 It's a race to murder you and I'm jumpin' the gun
 Dump and run, the long nose cuttin' the soldier's tongue
 Your nervous from the burners I'm squeezin'
 Without a learner's permit, to carry
 The calico stays concealed, if revealead
 I must spray this clip through your windshield, it's rea
 My whole team reigns supreme, the infrared tech beams
 On my next swing, the heavy chain
 Deadly but steady aim, I cry "tears of the sun"
 That'll burn the iron hot, as I'm piercin' through your lungs
 It's strung by my drug dealer's doses
 Ferocious slang that'll bang up your brains in roller coasters
 Posters in the background ready to clap rounds
 And empty up whole magazines up to the last round
[Chorus]









