Cappadonna Can`t Stop The Pain (bonus Track) Lyrics

Can`t Stop The Pain (bonus Track) Lyrics

[Intro: Cappadonna]

It's always a struggle, yeah

Don't care how you look at

P.J.'s, you know how it get, dirty, dirty

Straight up and down, whole Staten Island (uh-huh)

Slums, still the same, dude... word



[Cappadonna]

From Park Hill to Jungle Nil', we fight like Navy SEAL

Don't get killed, chicks can't run in them heals

Niggas whippin' out guns, payin' them bills

Life is a bitch, you best not snitch

Muthafucka, this the real, always

The dope fiends, the crack stashed in the hallways

Style hold it down, tell Polite call Kane

Don't never test this, we try'nna make all aids

Just niggas down when we blaze, crime pays

Survival in the P.J.'s, or graffiti experts, M.C.'s and the D.J.'s

Better watch your back when flippin' them pies

Real niggas be goin' down right in front of your eyes

If you on the block gettin' it, or a straight nine to five

Still real, Homicide Hill, police circlin'

NARCs got pictures of your grill, street turbulance



[Chorus: Cappadonna]

Cuz everytime I close my eyes, I could feel the rain

And everywhere I seem to go girl, can't stop the pain

No... can't stop the pain, no..



[Cappadonna]

Uh... this one's for mamma

Niggas be gettin' slumped in my projects, it's real violent

Crackheads be on the steps, young bloods'll pop somethin'

Just to get that rep, everyday it's like this

Don't even come outside, if you ain't try'nna get no rich

Niggas murk each other for a small amount of chips

Bloods fightin' other Bloods, there's no Crips where I live

Somethin' gotta give, niggas bust one another

Turn around and watch other kids, my hood's straight 7:30'in

It get buckwild and the blocks is still dirty

Cameras in the hall, bulletholes left in the wall

Laundromats locked up, floods in the building

The front drain is stopped up, I've been in the hood

Ever since my pain popped up, but just in case

One of ya'll niggas forgot, look at your head nigga

What's that little red dot? Got ya!



[Chorus 2X]



[Outro: Cappadonna]

Give me the bread, heavy on the cheese

Uh... straight like that

Population Click! What's the deal

FMF, PGL, Osama Island

All my niggas in Crimestock, Sing-Sing, what's the deal?

Far Rock' posse, Queens, Brooklyn, P-Lon

That's my word... dance with this!

Get your guns together... takin' pictures..