to the east.. no pain Fear no man feel no pain Fear no man feel no pain Fear no man feel no pain Fear no man feel no pain Fear no man feel no pain [
Übersetzung: Lords Of The Underground. No Pain.
watch how you talk, when you talk about me 'Cause I'll come and take your life away Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don
time to take away, to kill the pain, to give me to the ground. the pills, the windowsill razorblade, great escape so lonely, the feeling, the slipping, the bleeding good lord
of my mind A nightmare I live, I can escape I'll return to claim what is mine He wants to get rid of the inner pain Inflicted by the game of Beauty and
a Geto Boy and his mind was playin tricks When Pac was doin the humpty dance with Digital Underground I was bangin Blocc Crip, Puttin niggaroes underground
of ghettofabulous Not ridin the back of the bus I'm a revolutionary antagonist Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love Some underground
commercial or underground, it's true 'cause I (Wanna be good to you) Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name Like the Lord, all in vein
em run. Im chasin after niggas with the what choppa gun. Bustin boys down, suckas is a clown. 713 im the king of the town. Im still underground, im still
[Paris] Take it back to the days when we raised us up 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin wood on
it, you know it's real So this is how I live it, how it's pictured for real, nigga I'm shittin' for real Diamonds against wood, underground king for
time to take away, to kill the pain To give me to the ground The pills, the windowsill Razor blade, great escape So lonely, the feeling The slipping, the bleeding Good Lord
I break it off like a Kit Kat Cause ya can't get that worthwile style Underground sound So your frontin tryin to fake it Complain you never make it And
) If I should die before I wake I praise the lord be for my soul to take And if I should die before I wake I praise the lord be for my soul to take (
an arm To see us six feet underground See us 6 feet under ground It doesn't matter what those morons say It's Murda I N C Uh, the Lord is calling me
Lord, kill the pain Lord, kill the pain Lord, kill the pain Lord, kill the pain Lord, kill the pain Lord, kill the pain Lord, kill the pain Lord, kill
