No Pain No Gain Lyrics

No Pain  No Gain lyrics

featuring Lunasicc Laroo

Now it's on flip me at '7 8 Coupe
Reds
hydraulics duece representin the do
and you can trip if ya wanna but boy you
be's a goner
Leavin bloody footprints from Sacramento to Palmona
I'm a dog
when it come to this gangsta shit
A young hog from the block and never shrank
to fit
Roll with the Hoovers and the E C's avalon watchin L B's
Compton
Track New Park the S P C's
Bakersfield, Fresno, Seven Trees
Duece nine
outlies N-S-G's
My Bgz got to trippin when the homey got soaked
when they
heard about the shootout that *?I so?* called for Bo-Loc
As I ride, ride til
I die
Best to hide, nigga, when I hit your block
I bring death on the
suckers when my Glock is cocked
I got hops in my Coupe, a pocket full of
loot
and it don't matter who start to funk when you're ridin with the
do
We just handle that shit like the locs that we is
Hit them niggas
quick, fuck the bitches and the kids
Split wigs, watch graves get
digged
Representin to the fullest, Guard Block Crib
Niggas wanna trip,
well eat hollow tips
Never could you hang with my gang, no pain, no
gain

Chorus:

Hoo-ride, mass slaughter, murder
Madmen,
deadliest lyrical server
There is no higher, they gets no curver
Get em
up close range, empty fullies and get further
*repeat*

Who got that
gangsta, gangsta shit?
It be the niggas who got the biggest nuts and the gat
that packs the
fullest clip
Gotta have more chips than a grab bag full of
Doritos
Keep your bitch broken, make sure your pockets stay full of
C-notes
Hardcore gangsta, fillin out a 20 year old nut
Gotta keep
composure, puffin doja and it got me stuck
I'm down your strip, hopin I can
pull a lick
Got an extra clip in case I have to zip a nigga's lip
Oh yes,
my Dayna's look quite lovely
Pull up on your bitch's pit while you and your
crew try to mug me
Huffin and puffin like, daddy
Gotcha ridin out
eight-deep in your '96 Caddy
You tried to fuck but could do nothin but make
my dick hard
You tried to dump so I had to creep and pull your whole
card
Ya best respect or get checked by the Smith & Wess
Fuck a vest,
hollows hit harder than a math test

Chorus

I never stop bringin
pain, it's difficult for haters
Never spit game, the same speakers are our
greatest
Make ya take your last breath, fuck it, where my payment?
I'm
blazin up doja, this soldier regulate your statement
Some niggas is bangin,
some niggas' just about the cash
Some flatline snitches miss me, look up on
ass
I avoid the drama, tricks never to be toy with
Get as high as you
want, irrelevant who you fuck with
Eight off, ran from the lead, cock the
buck shit
You're whole mouthpiece spillin discharge, to verify we hit
hard
Women do these timbos
Mind style missions, puttin the mashdown on
nymphos
My son, labelled the Funky Nigga, plugs wit everybody
that's
sittin on dividends, we filin down fully pants
Rapidly goin down, ain't
comin back around
Release rounds, just terrorize your town

Chorus