Pain Is Love lyrics

Artist  : Cappadonna 
Song : Pain Is Love



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 f/ Lounge Mode, Solomon Childs



[Chorus: Cappadonna]

Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me

I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E

Mix coke with dust, still can hold me

What made ya muthafuckas think you control
me?



[Lounge Mode]

Staten Island been wildin', so Osama's
nothing

And my niggaz out in Brooklyn said Saddam was
frontin'

Gotta squad, what you think, it ain't no guns or
something?

Picture Me Rollin', holdin' less than a one or
somethin'

You fake faggots, yeah we got that big
automatic

Like, Bruce Willis and the Jackal type, yeah,
right

You wanna see it? Then get on my nerves

Oh you live, and I'm gettin' money spit on my
curb

In the hood where it get no harder, only
tougher

Crack fiends suffer, baby moms, baby brother

Hustlin', still forty off a hundred packs

I'd rather lounge in the back of the bar

Me and my dog throw crack in the jar

Listen to this rap star, while I sit back in the
car

And I told ya'll niggaz how the Staten rock

We don't, trick on chicks, yo we clap them
shots

You get caught if you ask a lot, like you don't
know

And where you at, then ya ass is got



[Chorus]



[Solomon Childs]

We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack
game electronic

Conceived with slow jams by The Delfonics

At a level that you should of been years ago

Responsible usually for coke traffic, usually for
broken bone tragic

Rest in peace, to Mayor Guliani's term

They say I'm wrong, shit

I'm try'nna see 26, with my daughters at the Emmy
Awards

All around the ball glowin', they got the weed
flow droughted

Or maybe niggaz in the hood just ain't 'bout
it

Talkin' Hercules, and ain't nothin' but dog
food

Staten Island, New York City drools

Crazy glue on my fingerprints

Name on the concrete of my hood, what's really
good?

Vendetta's with these rap stars

Frontin' like this crime and the pet is they
cars

Believe I was God in my last life

What if it was your knife? What if they was your
gloves, nigga..



[Chorus]



[Cappadonna]

Aiyo, I came into this game on some real love
shit

And ya'll bitch ass niggaz, ya'll wanted me to
quit

Because the way I dress ill and the way that I
spit

But I ain't never gon' stop, droppin' these
joints

And ya'll fake ass niggaz, ya'll ain't gettin' no
points

Don't try to sabotage me, cuz you just can't do
it

You had me in the Square, last year, but you blew
it

Big Donna from the group home, that's my word

Splash shots at your whip, splash shots at your
bird

Leave your brains and your Gucci boots up on the
curb

Pillage for life, Allah's will be the most
superb

Smoke weed with the cannon, smoke the herb

So bow down, all you crab ass clowns you can't
live

My gun's on empty, but it's more shots to
give

I pop you like a slave cop, run in your crib

Throw darts at your wife, throw darts at your
kid

Leave your house flooded with hits like O.J.
did

Escapin' the crime scene and you love how I
slid



[Chorus]