Lloyd Banks Pain
[Fresstyle over 2Pac's: "So Much Pain" beat]
[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high
Out in SouthSide nickle plated heater on my side.
Every night [shot] before I rest my head, I thank to
Lord
For 'scaping this situations I can't afford. (uh-huh!)
Gun and sword, drama poppin' all across the board
(YEAH!)
Mother-fuck yo' magazine and yo' Source Awards!
[explode]
Just a year ago me and Yayo were makin' plans
(alright!)
Now shit changed, I'm signing autographs and shakin'
hands (that's right!)
Makin' grands, I got Jamaican and Haitian fans, (uh-
huh!)
Went from ridin' BMX's to the racin' Lambs. - Ya
understand? (uh-huh!)
They're not my homie, - they don't even know me
I had to learn from my experience, cause nobody showed
me!
Nobody told me, I followed no direction! (uh-uh!)
Teflon for protection, so I don't end up like the next
one! (yeeeaaah!)
I gotta - leave my Mark (Mark...) - and solidify my
spots
So that way when I drop {GOD-...} - it's first class
trip to the top. {DAMN!}
Chockin', smokin' that purple haaaaze. (uh-huh!) -
Learned at a certain age (uh-huh!)
That once I get it! - Grab it, hold it, learn to
control it. (whoooo!)
Niggas plottin', chockin', schemin', dreamin' that can
can be me
Believe me! It's not too easy, you ain't built for TV!
{DAMN!} [shot]
I'm hittin', splittin', duck and dodgin' these HOES
With an extra change of CLOTHES, when they show-up at
my SHOWS.
I gotta - clear my heard and get my work DONE (work
done!) (yeah!)
Cause I'm hittin' multi-platinum on my first on! (first
month!) (YEAH!) {Whoooooo!} [shot]