So Much Pain (2010 Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

As soon as I leave the house you want to page me
See you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery
You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better
And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters
Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree
Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me want to leave
I'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Your suspicious I deceive give me grief without belief but to me
If you really trust me then it's pitiful
Question me about my whereabouts that's so trivial
Let me live my life and you can live yours
Just be there to help me and support that's what your here for
Not to give me stress and add to pressure
Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test
I'm sorry if I left you all alone
But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the phone
Don't you trust me?


[Verse 2: Biggie]

I grew up a f*ckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f*ckin' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight. The n*gga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin'
Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Runnin' from the police, picture that
n*gga, I'm too fat, I f*ck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make, motherf*cker

[Verse 3: Eazy-E]

Now everything's good in my hood, and it's on and poppin'
Eazy-muthaphukkin'-E from east side south Compton
Straight givin' up the real
On how a n*gga feel talk that sh*t, mothaf*ckers' caps get peeled
Layin' low in the cut
Gettin' high than a motherf*cker - n*ggas know what's up
I'm that gangsta-gangsta, is that what they're still yellin'?
n*gga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun, you know what I'm sayin', Ren? (Yeah)
So I guess I'll die by that motherf*cker then
So when I die, n*ggas bury me
Make sure my sh*t reads Eazy-muthaphukkin'-E
And it's a fact, to be exact, my tombstone should read
'He put Compton on that map'
And that's how a n*gga feel
When I'm givin' up the motherf*ckin' real