Luca Carboni - Pain lyrics
(feat. G-Dep) {Puff Daddy In Child's Voice} Uncle Puffy? Can you read us a bedtime story, please? Huh? Please? {Puff Daddy} Alright check this out right here Woke up smoked up, broked up What I had left and rolled up, lit it Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it Sent her on her way, I got no time today (Yo, I'mma call you next week, aight?) With all this work I got no time to play (OK) Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay Alot of these fake cats won't mind the day I get an unfair play, then the stairway That's why I'm like TWA, the airway Niggas wantin' to believe what they heard through hear-say Hopin', but forget it Check the mail, it's a letter from jail, from Hoboken I open and I read it, it said {G-Dep} What da deal son? It's ya nigga Teals in the field, and it's real son I'mma have to steal one Caught up on the run with a gun Can't walk with it down then you can't conceal one What to do? I dont' know if ya knew, that kid, True? Up in 1-2-2, he plottin' to get you I hear he's due You just do what need doin' Let's not forget these niggas could bleed too , one {Puffy} OK, good Those cats don't keep it real as they should Heard they don't pay good Stand around all day wishin' they could But this green fufills they dreams They ain't a team Answering machine on screen Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens Head was mean, had a head for schemes Told her she get head to see me But she play her hand proper, nothin' can stop her {Female} Hey yo, what up Playboy? I'm out in Saint Croix With sun cats that say they real But they toys I heard ya doin' it though And you in the flow Some niggas wanna ruin ya show? What up, yo? Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block? Or I could leave him in his bed dead, with his dick robbed {Puffy} Na Boo, I'mma show you how I do Just hit me when you get up top But come on through (Aight) Now I'm doin' inventory Guns, clips, vest, bullets So when I pull it, it's the end of story Leadin' my men to glory Then get shorty to hold a pound for me I know she down for me Yeah, sneak up on 'em like a car thief These niggas mad cause it's my party And my Benz is wide-bodied Despise me, like the feds despise Ghotti That I kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby So try me, go 'head and take a bite Might as well say good night Try to put me in the dark, I don't take it light Now if it's wrong, make it right Not tommorow, tonight They barkin', I know the bite Jumped in the B-N-Z Niggas gonna see the E-N-D fuckin' with me See, I knew he was a snake out the ground Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds Take it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds Thoughts in my head goin' 'round, it's goin' down Pull up to his block, I'mma put it to his knock But, I don't see him, wouldn't wanna be in town Ride around for a minute Thinkin' 'bout the pain that Hell brings Interrupted by a cell ring Yeah yeah {Female} Hey Boo come and get me, I'm here {Puffy} Where? {Female} Teterboro Give me a few It was like I flew But it felt kinda strange, it was like I knew Pulled up around 2, late like I do With the urge to bug She gave me a nervous hug And when I heard the slugs What I saw in the blur was thugs Tryin' to soak my fur with blood Dropped to the curb and ducked Pulled out the fifth, duck behind a car Like "How I'm gon' get out this shit?" These niggas don't know what they about to get A one way ticket to Hell in my gun jail Bust my gun at three and one fell The other two, waitin' to see what I'mma do {G-Dep} Hope you brought your arms Cuz you're gonna need 'em to hold me {Puffy} Peeped around the car slowly Then I let 'em have the whole wheat Man there's six million ways to die And you chose me, but I'm an OG And in the distance is police I'm still bustin', tryin' to kill something And I can't hide the fact that I peeled something I feel this thing, like in a minute I won't feel a thing The two cats jumped in the blue Ac' I fired one shot, they fired two back They murked off in the night I get them fools back, man they ain't seen the last of me But I'm bleeding rapidly Shot up in the stomach and that wasn't how it had to be Heartbeat failin', car alarm wailin' Couldn't walk straight then the firearm failed Now I'm thinkin' how this bitch played me Then I faded
