P.a.i.n.e Lyrics - Singles - Bumpy Knuckles

[Intro] 

Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here 

Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here 

"It's 'bout to be on" -> The Lah 

That talk lot of shit "'bout to bust" -> The Lah 

"Underground street nigga Bumpy came" -> The Lah 

[Verse One] 

Hail, come on, hail 

What you knocking in your tape-deck thats my property 

unknown forces think they stopping me 

Here's some information; I'm god's child 

meat, bones, blood an veins 

And I bust til I can't mix, mud and brains 

Someday I may be punished for the shit 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 puff too many trees 

So I stand out like a white cop in Harlem 

With two rusty Armeans, that's what I call 'em 

I'm a giant in a field of mice 

With goretex and spikes giving R & B rap niggaz short life 

You wanna dance with an underground Puffy 

Without niggaz around me that might wanna bust me 

Sometimes I'm like a white man dont trust me 

Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like a white man 

All you niggaz dis-gust me 

Fuck who you are I don't care who you are 

I'm the roundest nigga down here, square who you are 

You want drama, you can get it! 

*scratch* and Premier's down with it baby 

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[Chorus] 

There's not a problem that I can't fix 

All I need is my two four-fifths 

And if you niggaz wantin trouble 

I sure hold it double and I only aim straight for the brain 

It's the Preem and Bumpy 

Bringin ya pain 

Bringin ya pain 

Bringin ya pain 

[Verse Two] 

It's the smackdown fuck the rock an all that 

I smack niggaz down who think they all that 

All you rap niggaz cat fightin, just wanna be seen 

in the magazines, lip twistin lookin all mean 

I got a heart like mean Joe Green 

I run niggaz down and got paid for it, since sixteen 

I'm a addict b, this thug shit is like nicotine 

And I can't stop smoking, I can't stop smoking 

I'm like Rakim with muscles, No Jokin 

If niggaz try to disrespect my melody Im gunnin for the felony 

There's a whole lot of questions that really need answers 

Like; Who the fuck told you that your rhymestyle was hot!? 

You know when Biggie died? Who bust that shot? 

Why is Sammy the Bull still living and where the fuck is Pac? 

It's a raprace niggaz don't wanna see me rich 

Catch twenty-two niggaz don't wanna see me flip 

Cause I'm Billy Danze, Billy gram, Lil' Fame 

Jesse James, Madison Indama, I love black bitches 

I'm a night time nigga, day riches 

I won't even call a wolves for you niggaz 

I bring gang bitches it's like ordering take-out 

You know you gon' get it 

*scratch* and Premier's down with it baby! 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse Three] 

If i die today tomorrow 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 niggaz don't negotiate it's all about thieving 

Time proving that I ain't leaving until Im done 

Put my last mic in my casket and then Im one 

Raps arithmatic while like scar 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 shit in plural 

Yo Preem them niggaz think that I was a fake now 

After the Shakedown still ain't catch no drama 

When Pedgie had beef I passed the lama 

And told my nigga how if it get thick im there like mama 

Sunshine and rain, good time and pain 

Like a too tight cartier watch Diamond Frame 

Duke signed his name got caught up in his lyrics 

Now he's Ray Charles bustin his gun, blind in aim 

I'm the black bently azure with the bullet proof doors 

With the two overhead cams peddle to the floor 

I'm never satisfied i want more 

like a 350 pound nigga 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"