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Lloyd Banks - Pain Lyrics

[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high
SouthSide nigga playin' heater on my side.
Every night [shot] before I rest my head, I thank to Lord
For 'scaping this situations like can't afford. (uh-huh!)
Gun is sold, drama poppin' all across the board (YEAH!)
Mother-fuck yo' magazine and yo' Source Awards! [explode]
Just a year gon' be here, Yayo is makin' plans (alright!)
A shit changes like signing autographs and shakin' hands (that's right!)
Makin' grands, I got Jamaican and Asians fans, (uh-huh!)
More Ferrar', BM, Lexus, and racing Lamb's. - Ya understand? (uh-huh!)
And I my homie - and you don't even know me
I had the learn from my experience, cause nobody show me!
Nobody told me I follow no direction! (uh-uh!)
Teflon for protection, soon my own [? ] like the next month! (yeeeaaah!)
I got a - Viva Mark (Mark...) - is a little found my spots
Since everybody wanna drop {GOD-... } - first class trip to the top. {DAMN! }
Jake's smokin' that purple haaaaze. (uh-huh!) - Heard daddy, it's turned 8 (uh-huh!)
That once I get it! - Grabbin', holdin' and I'm lil' control it. (whoooo!)
Niggas puttin' clock at schemin', dreamin' and they can't see me
Believe me, is not too easy, you win Buick for TV! {DAMN! } [shot]
I'm hittin', splittin', ducky? on these HOES
With an extra change of CLOTHES, they can show-up at my SHOWS.
I gotta - clear my hands and get my work DONE (work done!) (yeah!)
Cause I'm hittin' multi-platinum on my first month! (first month!) (YEAH!) {Whoooooo! } [shot]