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
 [????] 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..