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Pain Killas
1,387
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pain Killas was released on February 22, 2005 by Supa Music as a part of the album Peer Pressure II
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Release DateFebruary 22, 2005
LabelSupa Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
S.P.
S.P.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D-Block
D-Block
Composer

Lyrics

Whoo, yeah, yeah
Shit is too, too crazy, listen
Got bad luck, like I ran and fucked the voodoo lady
Every other week, I'm in handcuffs
Stack somethin', lose somethin', somethin' keep fuckin' my plans up (okay)
Movin' in a hurry, thinkin' time is slow
When I pass the cemetery where my lil' brother is buried
All I can do is salute, pound on my chest
God got his army and we all his recruits
But, every other night I see demons
Do somethin' wild and I don't know the reasons
Blame it on the air, so I say it's the seasons
Tell my **** light the fuck up 'cause I'm fiendin'
Get it, it's somethin' when the sadness turn into madness
Got me doin' shit, where I'm runnin' from badges (ha-ha)
I can see my life in some flashes, they think that I'm clashes
I pour more 'gnac in the glass, kid (whoo)
Whoa, it's all about we got da tools wid us
Fuckin crazy, things ain't gonna be cool wid us
Luxurious, bring the guns along dey always cruise wid us
Those fuckers know better, that's 'cause dem no fool wid us
Huh, fuckin' dogs, we gon' put dem in some leeches
As far as it reaches, we gon' iron out dem creases
With the four pieces, dem got to use around the neck (ah)
Cannon go squeezes, dem a soldier crazy believe it
I go to sleep and my soul cry, **** it's no lie
Why you think I'm so high, I flow like it's no time
Funny when your mind is a goldmine, and **** is golddiggers
Guess you gon' learn when it's yo' time
Stressed up to my shoulders, fuck it, I'mma ride now
Brim of the Yankee, sittin' on my eyebrows
Look at the stash and think that I'm gassed
Off the Godfather saga 'cause Vito wouldn't lie down
Me and destiny got a date, wheover with me rollin'
If you ain't then you go get your eight, 'cause I ain't gon' fold (that's right)
I take 'em all on
I've been dyin' for the day to get my war on
I reflect on the days when I played Rahway gettin' my score on
And came back to the hood with my forearms
Go get more mans, I got floor plans
And 23 ways to blow you out of them Jordans
Try to beat me but don't worry I got dem
Make dem bleed blood, it's a pleasure to squash dem
They ain't all-a-that so, I saw dem escapin' from de cops
Dem ain't see me tryin' to stop dem
Say you're livin' big on top of de world
You go against me, you gon' get freed on dis side of de world yah
They say you're mad, I say things comes and go
But I never leave me gun because I wan kill dem fuckin' punks (yeah)
Some **** say I'm the sickest
If I got a show, ghetto **** go get the ticket
To tell the truth, if I ain't blow on the stage, I had me a gauge
Outside on some bullshit, ready to stick it
Like the hood made me wicked as hell
Thought about more bullshit sittin' in jail, listen up
It's nothin' more important than feedin' your seeds
I got two, so I just start believin' in green
It's like I'm needin' the weed and needin' to read
Got to go against the odds just to even achieve
It's like I'm tired of the hassle and all that
You the king, I run up in your castle and all that
I'm nicer than whoever you can name, been through the dark side
Walked back through the flames and came with a lightning push (uh-huh)
Shined on the game, and e'rybody die
At the drop of a dime if they rhyme on my name
Whoa, sit bak relax yeah we kickin' for a while
Sizzla Kalonji and Styles (real shit), yeah beautiful girls dey smile
Bless your feet on de Jamaican side, dat's de profile
Why de fuck de fuckin' enemies wanna spoil, yeah
True born leaders woo yeah we navigate
Yah life is a cycle, so things got to gravitate
Smoke de fuckin' herbs, that's how I meditate
One love to de world, damn tell dem we ain't gon' seperate
Written by: D-Block
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