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P.A.I.N.E. - DJ Premier

What the

**** made it ok for these

Soft-a*s niggas out here

************* soft-a*s niggas out here

It's 'bout to be on

The Lah

That talk lot of **** 'bout to bust

The Lah

Underground street nigga Bumpy came Lah

What you knocking in your tape-deck

Just my property

Unknown forces think they stopping me

Here's some information I'm god's child

Meat bones blood in veins

And I bust 'til I can't mix mud and brains

Someday I may be punished for the **** that I do

So crack the gates of hell I might slide through

But I ain't staying I need to pay

A visit to the man

That took my baby brother from the palm of my hand

I'm a menace to the public like too many Bee's

Overcome by rappers who puff too many trees

So I stand out like a white cop in Harlem

With two rusty ya means that's what I call 'em

I'm a giant in a field of mice

With Gortex spikes giving R B rap niggas short life

You wanna dance with a underground Puffy

Without niggas around me that might wanna bust me

Sometimes I'm like a white man don't trust me

Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like

A white man

All you niggas dis-gust me

**** who you are I don't care who you are

I'm the roundest nigga down here square who you are

You want drama you can get it

And Premier's down with it baby

There's not a problem that I can't fix

Damn

All I need is my two four-fifths

And if you niggas wantin trouble

I sure hold it double and I only aim straight

For the brain

For the brain

It's the Preem Preem and and Bumpy

Bringin' ya pain

Bringin' ya pain

Bringin' ya pain

It's the smackdown **** the

Rock and all that

I smack niggas down who think they all that

All you rap niggas cat fight just wanna be seen

In the magazine lip twisted lookin' all mean

I got a heart like mean Joe Green

I run niggas down and got paid for it since sixteen

I'm a addict B this thug **** is like nicotine

And I can't stop smoking I can't stop smoking

I'm like Rakim with muscles

No Jokin'

If niggas try to disrespect my melody I gun for the felony

There's a whole lot of questions that really need answers

Like who the **** told you that your rhymestyle was hot

You know where Biggie died

Who bust that shot

Why is Sammy Bull still living and where the **** is Pac

It's a rat race niggas don't wanna see me rich

Catch twenty-two niggas don't wanna see me flip

'Cause I'm Billy Danze Billy Graham Lil' Fame

Jesse James Manson and Dahmer I love black *******

I'm a night time nigga day riches

I won't even call a woulf for you niggas

I bring gay ******* it's like order and take-out

You know you gon' get it

And Premier's down with it baby

There's not a problem that I can't fix

Damn

All I need is my two four-fifths

And if you niggas wantin' trouble

I sure hold it double and I only aim straight

For the brain

For the brain

It's the Preem Preem and and Bumpy

Bringin' ya pain

Bringin' ya pain

Bringin' ya pain

If I die today or tomorrow I got no regrets

I'm like the cigarette before cancer - hard to forget

I'm start to the finish I don't like reason

'Cause niggas don't negotiate it's all about thieving

Tired of proving that I ain't leaving until I'm done

Put my last mic in my casket and then I'm one

Raps arithmetic wild like Spofford back in '86

Rushing towards for the guards bussin' for the gods

You better get your camera out flip the moving mural

That don't carry one gun I do that **** in plural

Yo Preem did niggas think that I was a fake now

After the Shakedown still ain't catch no drama

When Panchi had beef I passed the llama

And told my nigga holla if it get thick

I'm there like mama

Sunshine and rain put time in pain

Like a too tight cartier watch Diamond frame

Duke signed his name got caught up in his lyrics

Now he's Ray Charles bustin his gun blind in aim

I'm the black Bentley Azure with the bullet proof doors

With the two overhead cams peddle to the floor

I'm never satisfied in rude war

Like a 350 pound nigga on an aeroplane I want more

It's 'bout to be on

You want beef you can get it

And Premier's down with it baby

There's not a problem that I can't fix

Damn

All I need is my two four-fifths

And if you niggas wantin' trouble

I sure hold it double and I only aim straight

For the brain

For the brain

It's the Preem Preem and and Bumpy

Bringin' ya pain

Bringin' ya pain

Bringin' ya pain

Come on

There's not a problem that I can't fix

I can fix

All I need is my two four-fifths

And if you niggas wantin' trouble

I sure hold it double and I only aim straight

For the brain

For the brain

It's the Preem Preem and and Bumpy

Bringin' ya pain

Bringin' ya pain

Bringin' ya pain

**** it to be on

It's 'bout to be on

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