Fat Joe - Pain lyrics

[Intro] Darkside! Coca The Don! Yeah! Woo! [Verse One] Pack a magazine just incase I gotta clap a boy for f**in up my vibe Ever since I'm 17 had them jumpin jacks hopin in and out of rides Nobody that the sweat, nobody like rejects Stuck up Mister Softee with the wall with the Brooklyn Deceps Where you think the scar came from?! n***a we been mobbin since day one n***a when the cops rush n***as had to run stach the cracks in the pay phone n***a! Damn this depressed yet, triple gold diamond bezzled it Heavy is the head that wears the crown in the tub screamin fly pelican In the rooftops for the pigeons, n***as losin their religion Gold lots of those over Coca-Cola sweaters pitchin what was stitched in [Interlude] What you know about pain! I know about pain n***a! Yeah! Uh! [Verse Two] Against all odds Phil Collins hearin callin +In The Air Of The Night+ That sound of crack fiends in tag teams s**in air out the pipe Down the block from where it began took his last breath dirty mattress Uh! I feel like Al Capone how they did him dirty for them f**in taxes Uh! Rest in peace Cato that shy rack I sling that b**h In the elevator goin up with B.I.G. me thinkin damn he rich Madoff made off like Robin Hood on them Wall Street kids Workin on the Basciat depend on what brush you paint it with [Outro] Uh! Darkside 3!!!!!