Pain Sheek Louch (Ft. Jadakiss)
"Pain" by Sheek Louch (Ft. Jadakiss) is a #HipHop track released in 2005. The song explores themes of struggle, resilience, and the harsh realities of street life. Its gritty lyrics convey raw emotions and personal battles. The collaboration showcases their lyrical prowess, blending hard-hitting beats with introspective storytelling, reflecting the challenges faced in urban environments.
[Intro: Sheek Louch & Jadakiss]
Pain (Pain)
Pain (Pain)
Pain (Pain)
The pain that a man has to endure
When two junior flip, hotrod-lovin', pig policemen
(Pain) put him in a position where he must choose
Against humiliation as a man or death
(Pain) leave your head, 'cause you outta be dead
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch & Jadakiss]
Block-a, this is your brain on drugs
Love is pain and pain is love
Block-a, this your brain on drugs
Ya'll came with police, we came with thugs, uh
Ayo, I dropped pain on 'em, switched the game on 'em
Whoever out there hot, I'ma rain on 'em
I see niggas slowin' down, I'ma gain on 'em
No beef but fuck it, put his brain on 'em
Uh, left faces hurtin'
I'm in Yonkers, comin' down Burton in that thing with the curtain
Pants leg up, call me Sheek Cool J
Hat low, shorty from a Paris runway
The thing is loaded
Eatin' lunch with politicians and I don't even think I voted
They see my face, they think I'm rich (Yeah)
I'm by myself, they think I'm bitch (Never)
Until they layin, while doctors stitch (Ha-ha)
'Cause I clap like a nasty bitch (Eww)
You don't know me (Uh-uh)
You know my name, you heard my raps
But you don't feel my
Pain (Pain)
Pain (Pain)
Pain (Pain)
The pain that a man has to endure
When two junior flip, hotrod-lovin', pig policemen
(Pain) put him in a position where he must choose
Against humiliation as a man or death
(Pain) leave your head, 'cause you outta be dead
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch & Jadakiss]
Block-a, this is your brain on drugs
Love is pain and pain is love
Block-a, this your brain on drugs
Ya'll came with police, we came with thugs, uh
Ayo, I dropped pain on 'em, switched the game on 'em
Whoever out there hot, I'ma rain on 'em
I see niggas slowin' down, I'ma gain on 'em
No beef but fuck it, put his brain on 'em
Uh, left faces hurtin'
I'm in Yonkers, comin' down Burton in that thing with the curtain
Pants leg up, call me Sheek Cool J
Hat low, shorty from a Paris runway
The thing is loaded
Eatin' lunch with politicians and I don't even think I voted
They see my face, they think I'm rich (Yeah)
I'm by myself, they think I'm bitch (Never)
Until they layin, while doctors stitch (Ha-ha)
'Cause I clap like a nasty bitch (Eww)
You don't know me (Uh-uh)
You know my name, you heard my raps
But you don't feel my
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