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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ja Rule
Ja Rule
Vocals
2Pac
2Pac
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
2Pac
Songwriter
Irving Lorenzo
Irving Lorenzo
Songwriter
Jeffrey Atkins
Jeffrey Atkins
Songwriter
Randy Walker
Randy Walker
Songwriter
Dave Grusin
Dave Grusin
Songwriter
Earl Klugh
Earl Klugh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
G. Marchese
G. Marchese
Mixing Engineer
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Producer
Lil Rob
Lil Rob
Producer
Milwaukee Buck
Milwaukee Buck
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Rest in peace to my **** Stretch
My **** 'Pac
So much pain
[Verse 2]
Uh
Yeah, yeah
All my ****
So much pain
Uh, yeah
Yeah, so much
[Verse 3]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high
With my fo'-five, cocked on these ****, time to die
Even as a lil' ****, you could picture me hot gun in the rain
I shed the tear 'cause this **** here inherits the pain
[Verse 4]
And now I'm labeled as a thug ****, you know the game
Smokin' weed, fuckin' hoes, slangin' things, that's the life I live
Even if I tried to go back, I'd get lost
And everything I seem to love I done lost
[Verse 5]
Fuck the world if they can't understand me
What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family
Your lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth
And you don't want 'em nowhere near me
Now that they can hear me
[Verse 6]
I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines
Why do we die at an early age?
**** so young, but still a victim of the twelve-gauge
[Verse 7]
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
And I don't give a fuck 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me
So I keep drinkin' Hennessy, bustin' at my enemies
Will I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain
[Verse 8]
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
So much pain
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
[Verse 9]
Years and years of struggin' all my life
Runnin' wild as a kid, grew up blazin' 'em right
I'm in a little cell I call my soul lately
It's been uh, givin' me hell and my heart is screamin', don't enter
[Verse 10]
I've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead
Spittin' to you, I know I'm in way over my head
But Lord, hear me, I believe in your Seven Day Theory
Three souls done sent this whole world teary
[Verse 11]
Too hot for you to stand near me
There's so much pain and **** wanna kill me
I'm tired of the stress and the strain
But my grimiest grimeys got love for me
They're blazin', sendin' choppers up above for me
[Verse 12]
My face in Hennessy with no chasin'
Coke rises on every way in, keep us hustlin' ****
Me and my man got a plan to get this paper, ****
So if you owe, ****, look for the gauge to blow, ****
[Verse 13]
I figured I'd be considered a killer
Doin' crime excited my mind and leadin' the blind
I can't express my compassion, my satisfaction
For gettin' fucked up and blastin', we all been there
[Verse 14]
Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie
And wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes
So much pain
[Verse 15]
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
[Verse 16]
They'll never take me alive
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
They'll never take me alive
Ooh, tired of the strain and the pain
[Verse 17]
They'll never take me alive
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
They'll never take me alive
Ooh no
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
[Verse 18]
They got me mobbin' like I'm loced and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked, player, if they press me
[Verse 19]
Bust on motherfuckers with a passion
Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blastin'
I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessy
And gettin' high on the lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, tell me why?
[Verse 20]
'Cause the stress gettin' major
A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
[Verse 21]
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
I'm real they cannot see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin' on the streets
And I be ballin' loc, don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckers till you buried
[Verse 22]
I was born to raise, hell, a **** from the gutter, word to mother
I'm tough, I'm kickin' dust up, ready to bust
I'm on the scene, steady muggin' mean, until they kill me
I'll be livin' this life, I know you  feel me
There's so much pain
[Verse 23]
Tired of the strain and the pain, well
I'm tired of the strain and the pain, uh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain, well
Tired of the strain and the pain, uh
[Verse 24]
Ooh, yeah
Written by: 2Pac, Ed Klugh, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Randy Walker, Rob "Lil Rob" Mays
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