(feat. Mia X, Tre-8, Mo B. Dick)



[Master P and (Mo B. Dick)]

Oh like that (Ooh)

Tre-8 they ain't ready for this dog (Ooh)

Smoke One and No Limit (Ooh)

All the way from California to New Orleans

Ask em' about it, so much pain boy (So much pain)



[Master P]

Birds in the kitchen, palms itchin'

And all y'all niggas in the game pay attention

As I teach, ain't got no time to preach

2 for 3, 4 for 5, 16 a fuckin' key

Don't laugh, niggas like to backstab

But where I'm from see yo brother on a body slab

New Orleans, the city of the candy cream

A bunch of projects full of jackers and dope fiends

As I cry, think one day I gotta die

But I don't give a fuck cause ain't no love from the outside

As I walk to the projects

Niggas killin' dope fiends behind fuckin' county checks

And my younger homie smokin' dope

The niggas I used to hang with doin' that boy broke

And they gone off that water, water

Ain't no love from New Orleans all the way back to Florida

It's just a bunch of pain



[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]

So much pain, so much pain

So much pain, so much pain



[Mia X]

I'm feelin' so much pain, holdin' back my tears of anger

As I walk through this danger zone

That I used to call home

Strangers got my nerves all jumpy

But it's best I watch them niggas who be smilin' actin' chummy

Like it's all real

I don't know why they got it in for me

Like my girl Jill, who was sleepin' with the enemy

Never knew the handy dope was a sad one

Now I know the vibes that I felt was some bad ones

Takes a mad one, females so precious

Tryin' to move on since our best friend left us

Got my baby still stuck in this drama filled blue

Tryin' to get my pockets on so I can snatch him from this zoo

And paint a clearer picture cause the one I see now

Got my vision all blurry, hard to see my way out

Bow my head to Lord and pray hard for a change

Can lift a sister from feelin' this

So much pain, so much pain



[Chorus]



[Tre-8]

Growin' up as a youngster, comin' around that thug life

Dog nights with drug fights just made me get my mind right

But times I just slap on ya block and leave me bleedin'

It's hard for me to run cause they might catch me when I'm sleepin'

But I'm peepin' out the go round, wipe the sweat from my forehead

Take a swig of the beer and reminice about what my boy said

He told me keep my head up, don't get filled with all this drama

Havin' talks with my diary cause I can't have talks with my mama

And still feel my eyes fold I start to be the best

Sometimes I cock my nine and wanna get it of my chest

But I guess I'll just take it one day at a time

But until a nigga die I got these feelings on my mind

Fuckin' so much pain



[Chorus to fade]