Представляем точный текст композиции "P.A.I.N.E." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Bumpy Knuckles . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «P.A.I.N.E.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Bumpy Knuckles передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Bumpy Knuckles - "P.A.I.N.E."
Lyrics to P.A.I.N.E. : [Intro] Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here "Its bout to be on" -> The Lah That talk lot of shit [The Lah] "bout to bust" [The Lah] "Underground street nigga Bumpy came" [Verse One] Hail, come on, hail What you knocking in your tape-deck just my property unknown forces think they stopping me Heres some information; Im gods child meat, bones, blood in veins And I bust til I cant 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 aint staying I need to pay a visit to the man That took my baby brother from the palm of my hand Im a menace to the public like too many Bs Overcome by rappers who pump too many trees So I stand out like a white cop in Harlem With two wrists in all means, thats what I call em Im a giant in a field of mice We goretex his wife giving R & B rap niggaz short life You wanna dance with a underground Puffy Without niggaz around me that might wanna bust me Sometimes Im like a white man no trustee Sometimes Im like a black man thinking like a white man All you niggaz dis-gust me Fuck who you are I dont care who you are Im the roundest nigga down here, square who you are You want drama, you can get it! [scratch] and Premiers down with it baby [Chorus] Theres not a problem that I cant 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 Its the Preem and Bumpy Bringin ya pain Bringin ya pain Bringin ya pain [Verse Two] Its the smackdown fuck the rockit all lot I smack niggaz down who think they all that All you rap niggaz cat fight, just wanna be seen in the magazine, lip twisted lookin all mean I got a heart like mean Joe Green I run niggaz down and got paid for it, since sixteen Im a addict be in this thug shit is like nigga theme And I cant stop smoking, I cant stop smoking Im like Rakim with hustles, No Jokin If niggaz try to disrespect my melody I gun for the felony Theres 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 Bull still living and where the fuck is Pac' Its a raprace niggaz dont wanna see me rich Catch twenty-two niggaz dont wanna see me flip Cause Im Billy Danze, Billy Clam, Lil Fame Jesse James, Madison Indama, I love like bitches Im a night time nigga, day riches I wont even call a woulf for you niggaz I bring gang bitches its like order and take-out You know you gon get it [scratch] and Premiers down with it baby! [Chorus] [Verse Three] I got a day in the morrow I got no regrets Im like the cigarette before cancer - hard to forget! Im start to the finish I dont like reason Cause niggaz dont negotiate its all about thieving Time proofing that I aint leaving until Im gone Put my last mic in my casket and then I won Raps I repetate while rhymes back in 86 Rush it for the gods, bust it for the gods You better get your camera out flip the moving ural That dont carry one gun, I do that shit in plural Yo Preem them niggaz think that I was a fake now After the Shakedown still aint catch no chroma When Pedgie had beef I passed the lama And told my nigga how if it get fit Im fan like power Sunshine and rain, good time and pain Like a too tight cardiac watch Diamond Fraine Duke signed his name got caught up in his lyrics Now hes Ray Charles bustin his gun, blind in aim Im the black man and its all with the bullet proof doors With the two overhead cams paddle to the floor Im never satisfied in rude war like a 350 pound nigga on an aeroplane, I want more! [scratch] "Its bout to be on" You want beef you can get it And Premiers down with it baby! [Chorus x2] [scratch] "Its bout to be on" [ P.A.I.N.E. Lyrics ]
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