U-God - Pain Inside Lyrics

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Pain Inside Lyrics

How many times have you listened to the lyrics of Pain Inside by U-God? Have you ever wondered what a lyrics was or an entire line of the music lyrics? Pain Inside is one of the more popular songs by U-God and the song lyrics in Pain Inside are sung all around the world and have had the music lyrics translated into many different languages. Rap lyrics in other countries are very popular and U-God Pain Inside lyrics from the U-God CD featuring the hit Pain Inside is no exception.

Pain Inside Lyrics

[Intro: U-God]
Let me bug out, let me bug out for a second (fucka!)
That's why... (oh! Muthafuckas!)
Mmm-mmm-mmm, it's gangsta, nigga
It's potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide..

[Chorus: U-God]
All the pain inside
I had to face it that one day I'm gonna die
That's why I try to keep my head up towards the sky
Sit back and watch, let me take you on a ride
Uh, natural high..

[U-God]
Yo, yo, make it rain again, spit flame again
Now, watch how I'm aimin' 'em, my bare hands is stranglin'
Time to bang again, camera shots anglin'
That's right I got your head piece danglin'
Mic's is tanglin', toast champagne again
Coast to coast now, join the campaign again
I fuck more women than Wilt Chamberlain
It's, U-God, yeah he Back in the Game again
I'm titanium, mixed with uranium
Crack craniums, no tamin' him
Live at palladium (yeah), jam packed stadium (yeah)
Many men, you're afraid of him
Once they weighed him in, he flushed money down the drain again
Touched vein again, rocks I'm slangin' 'em
Cops can't finger him, SWAT can't bring him in
New millennium, we came to win

[Chorus]

[Black Ice]
I move in silence, and let guns go to my enemies
Bud smoke and Hennessy, the remedy and toke is violent
Much slugs longer than Mini Me
Cross me, I lay down every one in your vicinity
Keep a fifty cali' or line me in the Akademiks jeans
If I catch a homi', somebody probably run and snitched on me
Rats, runnin' round talkin' this and that
Some white chicks I spit til your wigs sit back
I grind these cracks, cuz I need cash
G stacks, I lay my game down flat like a Chinese ass
You heard me? Bitc

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