Ja Rule – So Much Pain ft 2Pac

So Much Pain is another incredible and mind-blowing hip-hop song created by a talented rapper, Ja Rule featuring 2Pac.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 06 on his top charting album project called “Pain Is Love” was officially released on 2 October 2001.

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LYRICS

Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga ‘Pac

So much pain

 

Uh yeah, huh, yeah

All my, niggas so much pain

Uh huh, yeah

Yeah, so much

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

 

They’ll never take me alive, I’m getting high with my fo’-five

Cocked on these niggas time to die

Even as a lil’ nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain

I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain

And now I’m labeled as a thug nigga you know the game

Smoking weed, fuckin’ hoes, slangin’ thangs, that’s the life I live

Even if I tried to go back I’d get lost (come back)

And everything I seem to love I done lost

Fuck the world if they can’t understand me

What else could I do? I had to feed my fucking family

Yo’ lies is my truth, so I’m a drug to your youth

And you don’t want ’em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me

I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide

My city’s full of tote-slangers and chalk lines

Why do we die at an early age?

Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge

Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me

And I don’t give a fuck ’cause they don’t give a fuck ’bout me

So I keep drinking Hennessy, busting at my enemies

Will I live to see twenty-three? There’s so much pain

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m tired of the strain and the pain

 

Years and years of struggling all my life

Running wild as a kid, grew up blazing ’em right

I’m in a little cell I call my soul lately

It’s been a-giving me hell and my heart is screaming, “Don’t enter”

I’ve been cursed, for what it’s worth I feel dead

Spitting to you, I know I’m in way over my head

But Lord hear me, I believe in your “7 Day Theory”

Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?)

Too hot for you to stand near me

It’s so much pain, and niggas wanna kill me

I’m tired of the stress and the strain

But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me

They’re blazing, sending shotguns up above for me

My face in, Hennessy with no chaser

Coke rises on every way in keep us hustling nigga

Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga

So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga

I figured I’d be considered a killer

Doing crime excited my mind and leading the blind

I, can’t express my compassion, my satisfaction

For getting fucked up and blasting we all been there

Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie

And wipe the tears from yo’ mother’s eyes so much pain

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m tired of the strain and the pain

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m tired of the strain and the pain

 

(“They’ll never take me alive.”)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m tired of the strain and the pain

(“They’ll never take me alive.”)

Oh, tired of the strain and the pain

(“They’ll never take me alive.”)

I’m tired of the strain and the pain

(“They’ll never take me alive.”)

Oh, no

(“Cocked on these suckers, time to die”)

They got me mobbing like I’m loc’d and ready to get my slug on

I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin’ gloves on

I ain’t scared to blast on these suckers if they test me

Trust, I got my Glock cocked, playa if they press me

Bust on motherfuckers with a passion

Better duck ’cause I ain’t looking when I’m ba-blasting

I’m a nut and drinking Hennessy

And getting high on the lookout for my enemies

Don’t wanna die, tell me why?

Cause the stress getting major

A buck-fifty ‘cross the face with my razor

What can I do but be a thug until I’m dead and gone

I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong

These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep

I’m real they can not see

And everyday is just a struggle, steady thugging on the streets

And I be, balling loc, don’t let ’em make you worry

Keep swinging at these suckers ’til you buried

I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother

I’m tough I’m kicking dust up, ready to bust

I’m on the scene steady mugging mean; until they kill me

I’ll be living this life, I know you feel me

There’s so much pain

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m tired of the strain and the pain

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m tired of the strain and the pain

 

Oh, pain