Felt The Pain

Lyrics

[Chorus: Scan Man] We felt the pain from the rain, and we still here (Still here) Standin' strong, holdin' on, nigga, bring it on (Nigga, bring it on) We paid our dues in this game, time for things to change (Time for change) Feelin' good, lookin' good with all the finer things [Verse 1: Scan Man & M.C. Mack] Acid rain, the pain absorbed deep into my skin Thinkin' when the days of destruction are gonna end Right now I'm hot, temperature burnin' like the flames in hell Ticked off, pissed off at this crooked place I dwell Down here I see no precious light, green grass All I see is black lights and them haters on my ass (Scan get you blast) You damn right, 'cause I can't be the one to rest If I did, I won't be here now, down with Prophet Posse So, bitch, your time's up, Kami Kaze niggas finna rush Like my nigga Mack said (Buster, what, we don't give a fuck) It ain't about the Versace, Tommy Hil' and shit First [?] black death, but I'm livin' like a wicked prince So bow down, show respect 'cause I'm earnin' my shit And I'm a Kami Kaze soldier, I die for my shit So while I'm on my way to the T-O-P You haters and fakers ain't got shit to say to me, 'cause [Chorus: Scan Man] We felt the pain from the rain, and we still here (Still here) Standin' strong, holdin' on, nigga, bring it on (Nigga, bring it on) We paid our dues in this game, time for things to change (Time for change) Feelin' good, lookin' good with all the finer things We felt the pain from the rain, and we still here (Still here) Standin' strong, holdin' on, nigga, bring it on (Nigga, bring it on) We paid our dues in this game, time for things to change (Time for change) Feelin' good, lookin' good with all the finer things [Verse 2: M.C. Mack] I got that plastic like elastic Pull the thing - watch niggas die quick More drugs and thugs, no love is who I run with Kami Kaze, meanin' I do whatever to get whatever No matter the reason or season, the pain from rain is never ceasin' Defeaten, my one and only purpose to stack cheddar Confederate scrilla can only help this Mack get better And whether I hope a nigga can sustain and maintain The same things like fortune, green and wisdom, top that off with hoes and fame We came to take control like votes, and for those that lost they soul From all the styles that they stole - behold We comin' up slowly surely, but surely These haters scopin' and watchin' me while I'm flossin' my jewelry, they fear me Don't let these clockers come across me and my cheese I went from droppin' off tapes this easy, now gettin' bumped on CDs So please stay keep to all the words comin' straight from the Mack (Mack) For a fact I'm representin' that until I'm layin' flat on my back (Back) And it's like that (That) [Chorus: Scan Man] We felt the pain from the rain, and we still here (Still here) Standin' strong, holdin' on, nigga, bring it on (Nigga, bring it on) We paid our dues in this game, time for things to change (Time for change) Feelin' good, lookin' good with all the finer things We felt the pain from the rain, and we still here (Still here) Standin' strong, holdin' on, nigga, bring it on (Nigga, bring it on) We paid our dues in this game, time for things to change (Time for change) Feelin' good, lookin' good with all the finer things [Verse 3: Project Pat] Drownin' from my past pressures, deadly measures what I take Just to make it in this world, just to make it day by day Every day is a test, and I'm blessed to be alive Preachers preach we should not steal, but I still must survive Any means necessary, now I'm burried in my sin Wishin' all this shit would end, so I'm turnin' up the Gin Glass bottle, take a swallow, not a model for the young Not a victim, I ain't dumb, that's why Project packs a gun Anyone can be got, though, Project keeps a low-pro Your money good as gone when them robbers get your info Deep inside a brothers mind, doin' them crimes what I'm doin' No respect for a woman, all I want is the chewin' I'm pursuin' good times and makin' it like J-J Papa was a rollin' stone, but I'm not a baby Kid kidnapped in this trap, fuck way of livin' Time for me to be released from this ghetto prison [Chorus: Scan Man] We felt the pain from the rain, and we still here (Still here) Standin' strong, holdin' on, nigga, bring it on (Nigga, bring it on) We paid our dues in this game, time for things to change (Time for change) Feelin' good, lookin' good with all the finer things We felt the pain from the rain, and we still here (Still here) Standin' strong, holdin' on, nigga, bring it on (Nigga, bring it on) We paid our dues in this game, time for things to change (Time for change) Feelin' good, lookin' good with all the finer things We felt the pain from the rain, and we still here (Still here) Standin' strong, holdin' on, nigga, bring it on (Nigga, bring it on) We paid our dues in this game, time for things to change (Time for change)