Lyrics Boosie Badazz – My Pains Run Deep

Too many dead on tha same street
My pain run deep
3 dead in tha same jeep
My pain run deep

You know I be wit’ that vest on wit’ that choppa tho
Will bang it all at pappadeaux
You, you, you all ya’ll, the impossible
I ain’t runnin’ from nobody
We got problems, we neglect it
Only here to send 1 message
Pussy boy, you gon’ respect it
Killed ivy tha whole car too
So you know I can’t bar you
On site if I saw you
Dearly depart you
Damn homie how they caught you
Many nights wish I could call you
The same way I feel bout my father, lost ghost
It hurted harder than the muthafuckin’ kidney stone nigga
Cuz that kidney stone sharp
But this shit here long nigga
Damn Titus, I wish I could bond ya out nigga
But they don’t want our money
They wanna take us out

Too many dead on tha same street

My nigga shot and he can’t breathe
My pain run deep
I wouldn’t have stopped, they woulda got me
My pain run deep
Deathrow, they tried to stop me
My pain run deep
Diabetes out this I.v.
Hospitals, hot pistols, we can’t leave home if its not wit’ us
Boy my life is in another league
Duckin’ blues, blowin’ trees, fuck it
I’m tha leader of tha crabs in the public, fuck it
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it’s ugly
That money don’t mean shit right now, I need surgery

90 g’s or they won’t cut me
My pain run deep
I’m on tha table
And I’m gettin’ nervous
My pain run deep
They put murders on my whole circle
My pain run deep
Tha bank they hit me for a half a ticket
My pain run deep

I been goin’ through some thangs
I see blood in my eyes
Too many thugs in the street
Who I loved, they done died
Murder 1, slide, slide
Now a nigga baptized
So many murders on our street
We got murder on our mind

Most of us ain’t read the signs
Smiled, and told em fuck ’em when indicted for my crime
Just cuz my, cuz my, my cousin shit they gave that boy a dime
My other cousin, he got 30, and he ain’t never been convicted
All my life, man it been twisted, say a prayer to all tha kids
Lick tha letter, send it to you then you receive it on ya bid
Me and tha police got a bad history
Can’t stand them bitches
Before they killed alton sterling
They been spankin’ us niggas

Too many dead on tha same street
Southside, Eastside
You know what they say on tha West Coast
Too many gangstas on tha same beach
Black Dickies
And a white tee
Soulja Ree’s
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