Artist: AZ Album: Doe or Die 2 Song: Feel My Pain Typed by: A Righteous (Chorus) (The way I put them words together, they want something new, So lets get re-acquainted) Time to re-up had to recycle the flow (you fronting like this was a thing of the past) Switched hustles, been killing 'em ever since Here to tell the truth, y'all it only makes sense (Verse 1) This ain't just rap, its about connects Y'all crabs can trap-talk, this about respect Im a mixture of Matula & Malcolm X Young Rick the Ruler, my mouths a mess My lil' homie home, he on house arrest Trying tell homie be grown, this is about success The streets been sewn, we've seen a thousand deaths So many nuts bust, I rarely get aroused for sex Trying do leers at the clear, lounge on decks Amongst those who couldn't care whats around my neck Tented specs, BBM'n or sending them texts Linen fresh, either we sinning or blending in with execs Nigga I'm blessed, puffed blunts with Big in the flesh Knew the Nas in '95 with the bridge address Live what I rep, I'm real, no identity theft My will, is like a prisoner appealing a stretch…its ill Recreation, my reputation, can bring the gangs together from separation, so No doe, no explanation, blow Get low, my expectations, glow O-G, G-O-D, & I don't know near nigga that can Debo me (Chorus) (Verse 2) Reminisce, Venomous, this is limitless Started from the Genesis, schooled on what business is Touch-down, scrimmages, targeting ya nemesis, bargaining ya innocence Finding out ya friends ain't shit Let me finish shit, few niggas benefit New niggas tend to sit, assent to the penance Cam style, I know now what Killa meant No resemblance, moving off my inner strength Superb pen-man-ship, heard that my Pen was sick Never impotent wonder where my niggas went Die hard, still on point even when I'm bent Fly cars, louie scarfs, everything is mint 2-10, new in charge, ima bring suspense Wired Ice, Blue Shapar, y'all ain't seen me since The young god took a charge for them 2 attempts, in my defense, I'm due to vent (Chorus) (Verse 3) Rap convo, black & ????, glass condo, relaxed in the don mode Both arms fold, feet up on the console Fucking bum-hoes, skeeting on your cornrows My boy Alonso, beat another homio (homicide) Let the don flow, I'm trying get LeBron's doe Head honcho, howard or Milan clothes How them horns blow, will make a nigga mambo White bronco, address beef pronto Breast meat combo, don't be a john doe Still calm though, O-G at the trial when that hit Busy Bee in '03 Low-key, Livewire, flow B... 5th gear mode, it can rip earlobes Sip rose, think quick on my tip-toes +Life's a Bitch+, and a chick chose (Chorus)