Bring The Pain Lyric by Rza

Bring The Pain Lyric

by Rza

Lyric:



Basically, Can't Fuck With Me



I Came To Bring The Pain Hardcore From The Brain

Let's Go Inside My Astral Plane

Find Out My Mental's Based On Instrumental

Records Hey So I Can Write Monumental

Methods, I'm Not The King

But Niggas Is Decaf I Stick 'em For The Cream

Check It Just How Deep Can Shit Get

Deep As The Abyss And Brothers Is Mad Fish Accept It

In Your Cross Color Clothes You've Crossed Over

Then Got Totally Krossed Out And Kris Kross

Who The Boss? Niggas Get Tossed To The Side

And I'm The Dark Side Of The Force

Of Course It's The Method, Man From The Wu-tang Clan

I Be Hectic, And Coming For The Head Piece Protect It

Fuck It, Two Tears In A Bucket, Niggas Want The Ruckus

Bustin' At Me Bruh, Now Bust It

Styles, I Gets Buckwild

Method Man On Some Shit, Pulling Niggas Files

I'm Sick, Insane, Crazy, Drivin' Miss Daisy

Out Her Fuckin' Mind Now I Got Mine I'm Swayze



Is It Real Son, Is It Really Real Son

Let Me Know It's Real Son, If It's Really Real

Something I Could Feel Son, Load It Up And Kill One

Want It Raw Deal Son, If It's Really Real



And When I Was A Lil' Stereo (stereo)

I Listened To Some Champion (champion)

I Always Wondered (wondered)

Will Now I Be The Number One (tical Hahaha)

Now You Listen To The Gargon (gargon)

And The Gargon Summary

And Any Man Dat Come Test Me (test Me)

Me Gwanna Lick Out Them Brains (it's Like That)



Brothers Want To Hang With The Meth Bring The Rope

The Only Way You Hang Is By The Neck Nigga Poke

Off The Set Comin' To Your Projects

Take It As A Threat, Better Yet It's A Promise

Comin' From A Vet On Some Old Vietnam Shit

Nigga You Can Bet Your Bottom Dollar Hey I Bomb Shit

And It's Gonna Get Even Worse Word To God

It's The Wu Comin' Through Sickin Niggaz For They Garments

Movin' On Your Left, Southpaw Em It's The Meth

Came To Represent And Carve My Name In Your Chest

You Can Come Test Realize You're No Contest

Son I'm The Gun That Won That Old Wild West

Quick On The Draw With My Hands On The Four

Nine Three Eleven With The Rugged Rhymes Galore

Check It Cause I Think Not When This Hip-hops Like Proper

Rhymes Be The Proof While I'm Drinkin' 90 Proof

Huh Vodka, No Oj, No Straw

When You Give It To Me Aiy, Give It To Me Raw

I've Learned When You Drink Absolut Straight It Burns

Enough To Give My Chest Hairs A Perm

I Don't Need A Chemical Blow To Pull A Hoe

All I Need Is Chemical Bank To Pay Da Mo'



What, Basically That, Meth-tical, Ninety-four Style

Word Up We Be Hazardous

Northern Spicy Brown Mustard Hoes

We Have To Stick You



Is It Real Son, Is It Really Real Son

Let Me Know It's Real Son, If It's Really Real

Something I Could Feel Son, Load It Up And Kill One

Want It Raw Deal Son, If It's Really Real