Feel My Pain chords and lyrics - AZ

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[Verse 1]
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ain't just rap,
its about connects
Ya crabs could trap talk,
this is about respect
I'm a mixture of Mutulu and Malcolm X
Young Rick the Ruler, my mouth's a mess
My lil homey home he on house arrest
Try to tell homey be grown,
this is about success
The streets been sewn
we see a thousand deaths
So many nuts bust I barely
get aroused from sex
Try to do leers at the clear,
Amongst those who couldn't care
what's around my neck
Ten respects BBM'n or sendin'
a text linen fresh
Either we sinnin or blendin in
with Execs
Nigga I'm blessed puff blunts
with big in the flesh
Due to Nas in '95 with
the bridge address
Live what I rep, I'm real no identity theft,
It's like a prison,
appealing the stretch,
Recreation, my reputation
Could bring together the
gangs from separation
So, no dough, no explanations, blow!
Get lows my expectations glow
OG, G.O.D and I don't know near
nigga that could deebo me
The way I put the words together,
they want something new
So let's get reacquainted!
Time to re- up gotta recycle
the flow!
You talkin' like this was
a thing of the past!
Switch Hustlas been killin em ever since
Hey you tell the truth Dawg
Reminisce rent a miss' this is limitless
Started from the Genesis school
Though I been it since
Touch down scrimmages
talkin to your Nemesis
Barkin at your innocence,
finding that you're friends ain't shit
New Niggers tend to send a cent
to the penetent
Camp style,
I know now what kill I'm in
No resemblance moving off
my inner strength
Superb penmanship,
heard that my pen' was sick
Never impetent wonder
where my niggers went
Die hard is still the point
even when I'm bent
Fly cars, Louis scarves,
everything is meant
Two- ten new in charge
I'mma bring suspense
White Ice Blue shupar Y'all
ain't seen me since
The young god,
took a charge for 'em two attempts
In my defense, I'm due to vent
The way I put the words together,
they want something new
So let's get reacquainted!
Time to re- up gotta recycle
the flow!
You talkin' like this was
a thing of the past!
Switch Hustlas been killin em ever since
Hey you tell the truth Dawg
Rap convo, blackin' over congos
Glass condo, relaxed in the dawn mode
Both arms fold, feet up on the console
Fuckin bomb holds skeetin on
your cornrows
My boy Alonzo beat another homo
Let the dawn flow try and get
Lebron's dough
Head honcho high with a Milan glow
How them horns blow make
a nigga mambo
White Bronco, address beef pronto,
breast meat combo, don't be a John Doe
Still calm though,
OG at the trial when they hit Busy Bee in '03
Low key, live wire flow be,
5th gear mode it could rip earlobes
Sip Ros' think quick on my tiptoes,
life's a bitch and the chick chose
The way I put the words together,
they want something new
So let's get reacquainted!
Time to re- up gotta recycle
the flow!
You talkin' like this was
a thing of the past!
Switch Hustlas been killin em ever since

[Outro 1]
Hey you tell the truth Dawg
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