Tupac ft. Stretch - Pain (Music Video)

This is a Fan Made Unofficial Video i made for 2 Pac Song: Pain (Featuring Stretch) Tupac Amaru Shakur (/ˈtuːpɑːk ʃəˈkʊər/; born Lesane Parish Crooks, June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996), also known by his stage name 2Pac and briefly Makaveli, was an American rapper. He is widely considered one of the most influential and successful rappers of all time. Randy Walker (August 21, 1968 – November 30, 1995), better known by his stage name Stretch, was an American rapper and record producer, working in Live Squad. In the early 1990s, he joined 2Pac’s rap group Thug Life. The November 30, 1994, shooting of Shakur led to their split. On November 30, 1995, Walker was shot and killed at the age of 27. Lyrics: Intro: Sample from Star Trek V: The Final Frontier] I couldn’t help but notice your pain My pain? It runs deep – share it with me! [Verse 1: 2Pac] They’ll never take me alive, I’m gettin’ high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin’ ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school, kickin’ up dust But now I’m labeled as a troublemaker – who can you blame? Smokin’ weed helped me take away the pain So I’m hopeless, rollin’ down the freeway swervin’, don’t worry I’m ’bout to crash up on the curb ‘cause my vision’s blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me – what should I do? I had to feed my fuckin’ family – what else could I do But be a thug? Out slangin’ with the homies Fuck hangin’ with them phonies in the clubs! Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide My city’s full of gang-bangers and drive-by’s Why do we die at an early age? He was so young, but still a victim of the 12 gauge My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts And I ain’t goin’ back to court, so fuck what you thought! I’m drinkin’ Hennessy, runnin’ from my enemies Will I live to be 23? There’s so much pain [Hook] Ohhhh… Tired of the strain and the pain Ohhhh… Tired of the strain and the pain [Verse 2: Stretch] Years and years of that rough life Runnin’ crazed and wild as a kid and growin’ tough with a knife And livin’ trifed on the regular, buckin’ out competitors See ’em fake a move and chase ’em down like the fuckin’ Predator Get in trouble every day in school, act a fool And you know I had to break every rule Showin’ off for the bitches ‘cause I had the mad rep So I had to watch my back when it was time to step But my grimies is the grimiest with love for me Pop, pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me Ayo, currency kept passin’ me by, but I didn’t cry, broke Got hit off with the pack and started sellin’ coke And now the money’s lookin’ lovely Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me Kick ’em the game, it’s all the same I kick it back yo, give ’em slack yo And now they label me the mack yo, people check it Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman, you heard, man Catch a couple shots from the Glock in my hand Damn! At least I’m realistic with my biscuit You know you get yo’ ass twisted, so run for cover Me and my man got a plan, kickin’ major dust So if you owe, nigga, look for the gauge to bust A lot of pressure with the street fame, it’s a deep game And my mama always cryin’ yo, there’s so much pain [Hook] [Verse 3: 2Pac] They got me mobbin’ like I’m loc’ed, 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 suckas if they test me Trust – I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me Bust – on motherfuckers with a passion Better duck, ‘cause I ain’t lookin’ when I’m b-blastin’ I’m a nut and drinkin’ Hennessy And gettin’ high, on the lookout for my enemies Don’t wanna die, tell me why? ‘Cause this stress is gettin’ major A buck 50 across 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 These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep I’m real, they cannot see, and every day is just a struggle Steady thuggin’ on the streets, and I’ll be ballin’, loc Don’t let ’em make you worry, keep swingin’ at these suckas ’til you buried I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta Word to mother, I’m touched Out 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 [Outro] Ohhh… Tired of the strain and the pain Ohhh… Tired of the strain and the pain Ohhh… Tired of the strain and the pain Ohhh… Tired of the strain and the pain Ohhhhhh… Support the Content via Cash App or Paypal: $Sykopatheist