"Pain" lyrics

I was twelve years old, I remember it like yesterday
I was hungry like corner people
My brother was thuggin', I was sittin' there watchin' him thug
Teachin' me how to rob people
My mama was workin', of course
My daddy doin' what? Who knows
In the street like a runaway dog
I was tired of sittin' at home
When you next in your city, they gon' target you
Bitches linkin' with 'em 'cause you don't fuck with 'em
But I don't know them folks, this just me
I don't like to shake hands when I greet
I don't have no friends but a couple of 'em
Shit, most of 'em dead and gone
The ones around me like family
Them the niggas my mama know
See, I go to sleep late
I just feel like it's snakes in the grass
Ain't no way I'm finna let a nigga take me
I'ma fuck a nigga up like Tay Keith
Cut my ex-bitch off, this ho hate me
It's cool, though, that's what come with this
I was sixteen, I been runnin' shit
Had niggas scared, so they mumble shit
Niggas wave hoppin', that's what bitches do
Bitches dick-matized, they don't got no clue
We ain't shootin' at houses, got real drops
Dear mama, man, I feel Pac
I been poppin' these pills, gettin' high as a motherfucker
I ain't really been feelin' this shit
I don't really like ventin' no more
Found out that shit ain't safe
He was cool and he real as a motherfucker
Found out that nigga ain't straight
Found out so-and-so was a snitch
He ain't been 'round a nigga ever since
What a fraud look like runnin' round with a rat?
Judge hit a nigga ass with a bat
And I ain't too good with followin' rules and shit
So you know they gon' have me on max
And this shit off the dome, this shit from the brain
This shit right here come with some pain
Heard she fuckin' my nigga and switchin' my words
That shit right there come with the game
Bitches money hungry, so they pocket watch
I don't blame 'em, though, these niggas tricks
I don't question God about shit
'Cause I know what come with this shit

Dee Mula
I'ma shot this chop until my arm lock
I'ma walk up on him, make his heart stop