Übersetzung: King Just. Pain.
pen, the other half's a steel Check the story [Chorus x2] Pain, yo, is all I feel I'mma die wit my pen, or I'mma die wit my steel [King Just] A young
: So tell me, have I lost it all Have I lost the pain Punch through a red brick wall I don't feel a thing But to you, it's all the same Just like a
show you how to always have a hustle Da streetz dont give it we gon get it on da muscle You my son, Lil nigga pay attention Neva be the talker baby always just
not been there to heal your hurt? (yes we have) Our recommendations is that your souls be redeemed You?re being transformed into the image of the King
up boo? Swear I'll never call you bitch again You ain't fucking with me remember I ain't hate you I swear I'll never call you bitch again I just
and see nothing but pain, the world is crazy, still Lookin for a queen to plant seeds and have babies Maybe I'll be the one or just maybe I'm lost You
more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
I can feel ya passion lookin out foe ya just like daddy, come on, sun shine turn to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust me close ya eyes feel
lies, hopeless and taken. We stole our new lives, through blood and pain, in defense of our dreams. In defense of our dreams. We were the kings and queens
: [50 Cent] New York City! You are now rapping...with 50 Cent You gotta love it... I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch suns in my 7-45 You drive
fame comes a whole lot of pain But I'm so glad to be here And my music's still sincere Lets get back to the story All of this pain and glory And 94 was
1:] I em simply what you call a P.I.M.P you could never go broke when your G tight like me. You Wanna Ride With Tha King Of New York maybe get your money
had to go I?m sorry for the fact that I did not know That you were sitting home just wishing we Could go back to when it was just you and me I?m sorry
it Cause thugs with no brains got no patience New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician and flatten composition A pain, I
just have a party, me and you (Let's just have a a party, let's just have a party) Forget how you feeling everybody, boy, let's just have a party, me
: I wasn't born to be alone that was a lesson I was shown, to know that love was just a lie, I ran away to think it over but it's over and I try to take
