Lyric Pain *
* different from the song of the same title on _No Way Out_
[Puff Daddy In Child s Voice]
Uncle Puffy?
Can you read us a bedtime story, please?
Huh? Please?
[Puff Daddy]
Alright check this out right here
Woke up smoked up, broked up
What I had left and rolled up, lit it
Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it
Sent her on her way, I got no time today
(Yo, I mma call you next week, aight?)
With all this work I got no time to play (OK)
Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay
Alot of these fake cats won t mind the day
I get an unfair play, then the stairway
That s why I m like TWA, the airway
Niggas wantin to believe what they heard through hear-say
Hopin , but forget it
Check the mail, it s a letter from jail, from Hoboken
I open and I read it, it said
[G-Dep]
What da deal son?
It s ya nigga Teals in the field, and it s real son
I mma have to steal one
Caught up on the run with a gun
Can t walk with it down then you can t conceal one
What to do?
I dont know if ya knew, that kid, True?
Up in 1-2-2, he plottin to get you
I hear he s due
You just do what need doin
Let s not forget these niggas could bleed too , one
[Puffy]
OK, good
Those cats don t keep it real as they should
Heard they don t pay good
Stand around all day wishin they could
But this green fufills they dreams
They ain t a team
Answering machine on screen
Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens
Head was mean, had a head for schemes
Told her she get head to see me
But she play her hand proper, nothin can stop her
[Female]
Hey yo, what up Playboy?
I m out in Saint Croix
With sun cats that say they real
But they toys
I heard ya doin it though
And you in the flow
Some niggas wanna ruin ya show?
What up, yo?
Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block?
Or I could leave him in his bed dead, with his dick robbed
[Puffy]
Na Boo, I mma show you how I do
Just hit me when you get up top
But come on through (Aight)
Now I m doin inventory
Guns, clips, vest, bullets
So when I pull it, it s the end of story
Leadin my men to glory
Then get shorty to hold a pound for me
I know she down for me
Yeah, sneak up on em like a car thief
These niggas mad cause it s my party
And my Benz is wide-bodied
Despise me, like the feds despise Ghotti
That I kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby
So try me, go head and take a bite
Might as well say good night
Try to put me in the dark, I don t take it light
Now if it s wrong, make it right
Not tommorow, tonight
They barkin , I know the bite
Jumped in the B-N-Z
Niggas gonna see the E-N-D fuckin with me
See, I knew he was a snake out the ground
Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds
Take it to the pier where you can t make out the sounds
Thoughts in my head goin round, it s goin down
Pull up to his block, I mma put it to his knock
But, I don t see him, wouldn t wanna be in town
Ride around for a minute
Thinkin bout the pain that Hell brings
Interrupted by a cell ring
Yeah yeah
[Female] Hey Boo come and get me, I m here
[Puffy] Where?
[Female] Teterboro
Give me a few
It was like I flew
But it felt kinda strange, it was like I knew
Pulled up around 2, late like I do
With the urge to bug
She gave me a nervous hug
And when I heard the slugs
What I saw in the blur was thugs
Tryin to soak my fur with blood
Dropped to the curb and ducked
Pulled out the fifth, duck behind a car
Like "How I m gon get out this shit?"
These niggas don t know what they about to get
A one way ticket to Hell in my gun jail
Bust my gun at three and one fell
The other two, waitin to see what I mma do
[G-Dep]
Hope you brought your arms
Cuz you re gonna need em to hold me
[Puffy]
Peeped around the car slowly
Then I let em have the whole wheat
Man there s six million ways to die
And you chose me, but I m an OG
And in the distance is police
I m still bustin , tryin to kill something
And I can t hide the fact that I peeled something
I feel this thing, like in a minute I won t feel a thing
The two cats jumped in the blue Ac
I fired one shot, they fired two back
They murked off in the night
I get them fools back, man they ain t seen the last of me
But I m bleeding rapidly
Shot up in the stomach and that wasn t how it had to be
Heartbeat failin , car alarm wailin
Couldn t walk straight then the firearm failed
Now I m thinkin how this bitch played me
Then I faded
[Puff Daddy In Child s Voice]
Uncle Puffy?
Can you read us a bedtime story, please?
Huh? Please?
[Puff Daddy]
Alright check this out right here
Woke up smoked up, broked up
What I had left and rolled up, lit it
Had a shorty that I brought home, hit it
Sent her on her way, I got no time today
(Yo, I mma call you next week, aight?)
With all this work I got no time to play (OK)
Cash come and go, and I want mine to stay
Alot of these fake cats won t mind the day
I get an unfair play, then the stairway
That s why I m like TWA, the airway
Niggas wantin to believe what they heard through hear-say
Hopin , but forget it
Check the mail, it s a letter from jail, from Hoboken
I open and I read it, it said
[G-Dep]
What da deal son?
It s ya nigga Teals in the field, and it s real son
I mma have to steal one
Caught up on the run with a gun
Can t walk with it down then you can t conceal one
What to do?
I dont know if ya knew, that kid, True?
Up in 1-2-2, he plottin to get you
I hear he s due
You just do what need doin
Let s not forget these niggas could bleed too , one
[Puffy]
OK, good
Those cats don t keep it real as they should
Heard they don t pay good
Stand around all day wishin they could
But this green fufills they dreams
They ain t a team
Answering machine on screen
Phone rings, it was Arlene from Queens
Head was mean, had a head for schemes
Told her she get head to see me
But she play her hand proper, nothin can stop her
[Female]
Hey yo, what up Playboy?
I m out in Saint Croix
With sun cats that say they real
But they toys
I heard ya doin it though
And you in the flow
Some niggas wanna ruin ya show?
What up, yo?
Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block?
Or I could leave him in his bed dead, with his dick robbed
[Puffy]
Na Boo, I mma show you how I do
Just hit me when you get up top
But come on through (Aight)
Now I m doin inventory
Guns, clips, vest, bullets
So when I pull it, it s the end of story
Leadin my men to glory
Then get shorty to hold a pound for me
I know she down for me
Yeah, sneak up on em like a car thief
These niggas mad cause it s my party
And my Benz is wide-bodied
Despise me, like the feds despise Ghotti
That I kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby
So try me, go head and take a bite
Might as well say good night
Try to put me in the dark, I don t take it light
Now if it s wrong, make it right
Not tommorow, tonight
They barkin , I know the bite
Jumped in the B-N-Z
Niggas gonna see the E-N-D fuckin with me
See, I knew he was a snake out the ground
Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds
Take it to the pier where you can t make out the sounds
Thoughts in my head goin round, it s goin down
Pull up to his block, I mma put it to his knock
But, I don t see him, wouldn t wanna be in town
Ride around for a minute
Thinkin bout the pain that Hell brings
Interrupted by a cell ring
Yeah yeah
[Female] Hey Boo come and get me, I m here
[Puffy] Where?
[Female] Teterboro
Give me a few
It was like I flew
But it felt kinda strange, it was like I knew
Pulled up around 2, late like I do
With the urge to bug
She gave me a nervous hug
And when I heard the slugs
What I saw in the blur was thugs
Tryin to soak my fur with blood
Dropped to the curb and ducked
Pulled out the fifth, duck behind a car
Like "How I m gon get out this shit?"
These niggas don t know what they about to get
A one way ticket to Hell in my gun jail
Bust my gun at three and one fell
The other two, waitin to see what I mma do
[G-Dep]
Hope you brought your arms
Cuz you re gonna need em to hold me
[Puffy]
Peeped around the car slowly
Then I let em have the whole wheat
Man there s six million ways to die
And you chose me, but I m an OG
And in the distance is police
I m still bustin , tryin to kill something
And I can t hide the fact that I peeled something
I feel this thing, like in a minute I won t feel a thing
The two cats jumped in the blue Ac
I fired one shot, they fired two back
They murked off in the night
I get them fools back, man they ain t seen the last of me
But I m bleeding rapidly
Shot up in the stomach and that wasn t how it had to be
Heartbeat failin , car alarm wailin
Couldn t walk straight then the firearm failed
Now I m thinkin how this bitch played me
Then I faded
