Freddie Foxxx P.A.I.N.E. Lyrics

[Intro]
m_________ing soft-a__ n____z out here
m_________ing soft-a__ n____z out here
"It's 'bout to be on" -> The Lah
That talk lot of s___ "'bout to bust" -> The Lah
"Underground street n____ b__py came" -> The Lah

[Verse One]
Hail, come on, hail
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 s___ 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 B's
Overcome by rappers who pump too many trees
So I stand out like a white cop in Harlem
With two wrists in all means, that's what I call 'em
I'm a giant in a field of mice
We goretex his wife giving R & B rap n____z short life
You wanna dance with a underground Puffy
Without n____z around me that might wanna bust me
Sometimes I'm like a white man no trustee
Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like a white man
All you n____z dis-gust me
f___ who you are I don't care who you are
I'm the roundest n____ down here, square who you are
You want drama, you can get it!
*scratch* and Premier's down with it baby

[Chorus]
There's not a problem that I can't fix
All I need is my two four-fifths
And if you n____z wantin trouble
I sure hold it double and I only aim straight for the brain
It's the Preem and b__py
Bringin ya pain
Bringin ya pain
Bringin ya pain

[Verse Two]
It's the smackdown f___ the rockit all lot
I smack n____z down who think they all that
All you rap n____z cat fight, just wanna be seen
in the magazine, lip twisted lookin all mean
I got a heart like mean Joe Green
I run n____z down and got paid for it, since sixteen
I'm a addict be in this thug s___ is like n____ theme
And I can't stop smoking, I can't stop smoking
I'm like Rakim with hustles, No Jokin
If n____z try to disrespect my melody I gun for the felony
There's a whole lot of questions that really need answers
Like; Who the f___ told you that your rhymestyle was hot!?
You know when Biggie died? Who bust that shot?
Why is Sammy Bull still living and where the f___ is Pac?
It's a raprace n____z don't wanna see me rich
Catch twenty-two n____z don't wanna see me flip
Cause I'm Billy Danze, Billy Clam, Lil' Fame
Jesse James, Madison Indama, I love like b____es
I'm a night time n____, day riches
I won't even call a woulf for you n____z
I bring gang b____es it's like order and take-out
You know you gon' get it
*scratch* and Premier's down with it baby!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I got a day in the morrow 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 n____z don't negotiate it's all about thieving
Time proofing that I ain't leaving until I'm gone
Put my last mic in my casket and then I won
Raps I repetate while rhymes back in '86
Rush it for the gods, bust it for the gods
You better get your camera out flip the moving ural
That don't carry one gun, I do that s___ in plural
Yo Preem them n____z think that I was a fake now
After the Shakedown still ain't catch no chroma
When Pedgie had beef I passed the lama
And told my n____ how if it get fit I'm fan like power
Sunshine and rain, good time and pain
Like a too tight cardiac watch Diamond Fraine
Now he's Ray Charles bustin his gun, blind in aim
I'm the black man and it's all with the bullet proof doors
With the two overhead cams paddle to the floor
I'm never satisfied in rude war
like a 350 pound n____ on an aeroplane, I want more!
*scratch*
"It's 'bout to be on"
You want beef you can get it
And Premier's down with it baby!

[Chorus ](2x)

*scratch*
"It's 'bout to be on"