Pain Inside
U-God Lyrics


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(feat. Black Ice, Letha Face)

[Intro: U-God]
Let me bug out, let me bug out for a second (fucka!)
That's why... (oh! Muthafuckas!)
Mmm-mmm-mmm, it's gangsta, nigga
It's potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide..
[Chorus: U-God]
All the pain inside
I had to face it that one day I'm gonna die
That's why I try to keep my head up towards the sky
Sit back and watch, let me take you on a ride
Uh, natural high..

[U-God]
Yo, yo, make it rain again, spit flame again
Now, watch how I'm aimin' 'em, my bare hands is stranglin'
Time to bang again, camera shots anglin'
That's right I got your head piece danglin'
Mic's is tanglin', toast champagne again
Coast to coast now, join the campaign again
I fuck more women than Wilt Chamberlain
It's, U-God, yeah he Back in the Game again
I'm titanium, mixed with uranium
Crack craniums, no tamin' him
Live at palladium (yeah), jam packed stadium (yeah)
Many men, you're afraid of him
Once they weighed him in, he flushed money down the drain again
Touched vein again, rocks I'm slangin' 'em
Cops can't finger him, SWAT can't bring him in
New millennium, we came to win

[Chorus]

[Black Ice]
I move in silence, and let guns go to my enemies
Bud smoke and Hennessy, the remedy and toke is violent
Much slugs longer than Mini Me
Cross me, I lay down every one in your vicinity
Keep a fifty cali' or line me in the Akademiks jeans
If I catch a homi', somebody probably run and snitched on me
Rats, runnin' round talkin' this and that
Some white chicks I spit til your wigs sit back
I grind these cracks, cuz I need cash
G stacks, I lay my game down flat like a Chinese ass
You heard me? Bitches wanna observe me, learn me
My mission is gettin' Ritz like Jersey, chips for attorney's
Commissary for niggaz that's in the pen thirsty
A big truck, your trick hypnotize by the twirlies
It's Ice, from Shaolin to Crenshaw, dirty
Luv Allah, dump a clip off, at the BX, early

[Chorus]

[Letha Face]
Why ... the angels came down and pushed the devil in the dirt
Jerked the memory exist on the iron-on T-shirt
Pythons squeeze til your face turns purple
It's a race to murder you and I'm jumpin' the gun
Dump and run, the long nose cuttin' the soldier's tongue
Your nervous from the burners I'm squeezin'
Without a learner's permit, to carry
The calico stays concealed, if revealead
I must spray this clip through your windshield, it's rea
My whole team reigns supreme, the infrared tech beams
On my next swing, the heavy chain
Deadly but steady aim, I cry "tears of the sun"
That'll burn the iron hot, as I'm piercin' through your lungs
It's strung by my drug dealer's doses
Ferocious slang that'll bang up your brains in roller coasters
Posters in the background ready to clap rounds
And empty up whole magazines up to the last round





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Pain Inside" by U-God featuring Black Ice and Letha Face is a potent and intensive depiction of life on the streets. U-God kicks off the song by stating that despite the pain he has experienced, he tries to keep his head up high towards the sky, all while giving listeners a ride through his perspective. The song is a portrayal of the different challenges and obstacles that people encounter daily as they try to navigate life.


Throughout the song, each artist speaks about their experiences on the streets, including U-God's reference to the women he has been with and how he is back in the game again, and Letha Face speaking on his team's reign of supremacy and infrared tech beams. The lyrics of the song showcase the harsh realities of street life, including violence, drugs, and struggle. Still, they do so in an empowering way that showcases survival through perseverance and determination.


In summary, the song "Pain Inside" takes us on a ride through the experiences of people living on the streets, with each artist giving us a glimpse into their unique experiences.


Line by Line Meaning

Let me bug out, let me bug out for a second (fucka!)
Give me a moment to vent my anger


That's why... (oh! Muthafuckas!)
That's the reason why I'm upset


It's gangsta, nigga
This is street, tough, hardcore music


It's potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide..
The lyrics are powerful and impactful, representing the East Coast rap style. The rapper references his enemies hiding from the confrontation.


All the pain inside
The artist is dealing with internal pain.


I had to face it that one day I'm gonna die
The artist realizes that he will pass away one day and reflects on this fact.


That's why I try to keep my head up towards the sky
The artist tries to stay positive despite the pain and fear he feels.


Sit back and watch, let me take you on a ride
Let me entertain and show you my skill as a rapper.


Uh, natural high..
The artist feels high on life and music.


Yo, yo, make it rain again, spit flame again
The artist wants to show off his skills as a rapper and make money by performing.


Now, watch how I'm aimin' 'em, my bare hands is stranglin'
The artist is a skilled rapper and can take on his enemies without the use of a weapon.


Time to bang again, camera shots anglin'
It's time to fight again and the artist wants to document the confrontation on camera.


That's right I got your head piece danglin'
The artist has defeated his enemy and they are left dazed and confused.


Mic's is tanglin', toast champagne again
The artist is celebrating his victory with champagne.


Coast to coast now, join the campaign again
The artist is traveling around the country and performing, rejoining his rap campaign.


I fuck more women than Wilt Chamberlain
The artist is bragging about his sexual prowess.


It's, U-God, yeah he Back in the Game again
The artist is back and better than ever before.


I'm titanium, mixed with uranium
The artist is strong and powerful like metal.


Crack craniums, no tamin' him
The artist is violent and untamed, causing harm to those who oppose him.


Live at palladium (yeah), jam packed stadium (yeah)
The artist is performing at a large venue with many fans in attendance.


Many men, you're afraid of him
The artist is feared by many.


Once they weighed him in, he flushed money down the drain again
The artist spent money recklessly.


Touched vein again, rocks I'm slangin' 'em
The artist is selling drugs and is addicted to them as well.


Cops can't finger him, SWAT can't bring him in
The artist is evading police and law enforcement.


New millennium, we came to win
The artist and his team are motivated to succeed and win in the new millennium.


I move in silence, and let guns go to my enemies
The artist is stealthy and enacts violence on his enemies with a gun.


Bud smoke and Hennessy, the remedy and toke is violent
The artist uses weed and alcohol to calm his violent tendencies.


Much slugs longer than Mini Me
The bullets he is using are longer than Mini Me, a dwarf actor.


Cross me, I lay down every one in your vicinity
If someone challenges him, the artist will attack anyone in their vicinity.


Keep a fifty cali' or line me in the Akademiks jeans
The artist is well-armed and keeps a handgun in his jeans.


If I catch a homi', somebody probably run and snitched on me
If he commits murder, someone will likely rat him out to the authorities.


Rats, runnin' round talkin' this and that
People are spreading rumors about him.


Some white chicks I spit til your wigs sit back
He will verbally insult white women until they are stunned and speechless.


I grind these cracks, cuz I need cash
The artist sells drugs to make money.


G stacks, I lay my game down flat like a Chinese ass
He flaunts his wealth and expertise in making money.


You heard me? Bitches wanna observe me, learn me
Women are attracted to him and want to know more about him.


My mission is gettin' Ritz like Jersey, chips for attorney's
His goal is to make a lot of money, like the brand Ritz and earn enough to pay for legal fees.


Commissary for niggaz that's in the pen thirsty
He is willing to give money to his incarcerated friends in need.


A big truck, your trick hypnotize by the twirlies
He is driving a large vehicle and is showing off his shiny jewelry, which is hypnotizing to women.


It's Ice, from Shaolin to Crenshaw, dirty
The artist's nickname is 'Ice' and he is known in places like Shaolin in New York and Crenshaw in Los Angeles.


Luv Allah, dump a clip off, at the BX, early
Luv Allah is a member of the artist's crew and has shot someone at Bronx (BX) in the early morning.


Why ... the angels came down and pushed the devil in the dirt
The artist believes that heaven protected him from harm and defeated his enemy.


Jerked the memory exist on the iron-on T-shirt
The artist remembers the victory and has it printed on his T-shirt.


Pythons squeeze til your face turns purple
The artist will choke someone so hard that their face turns purple.


It's a race to murder you and I'm jumpin' the gun
He wants to hurry up and kill his enemies before they get to him first.


Dump and run, the long nose cuttin' the soldier's tongue
He quickly kills and flees the scene, leaving his enemy unable to speak.


Your nervous from the burners I'm squeezin'
His enemies are frightened of him and the guns he carries.


Without a learner's permit, to carry
He carries a gun without a permit.


The calico stays concealed, if revealead
His gun is hidden and he does not want anyone to know about it.


I must spray this clip through your windshield, it's rea
He is willing to shoot someone through their car windshield.


My whole team reigns supreme, the infrared tech beams
His crew is powerful and skilled with their weapons.


On my next swing, the heavy chain
He is ready to attack with a heavy chain or necklace.


Deadly but steady aim, I cry "tears of the sun"
He is a skilled shooter and is known for his precision. He gets emotional when he kills someone.


That'll burn the iron hot, as I'm piercin' through your lungs
His emotion is fiery and intense and he strikes his enemy in a deadly way.


It's strung by my drug dealer's doses
He is high on drugs given to him by his dealer.


Ferocious slang that'll bang up your brains in roller coasters
His words are powerful and will leave a strong impact on his listeners.


Posters in the background ready to clap rounds
He has posters of guns in the background, suggesting he is always ready for a fight.


And empty up whole magazines up to the last round
He will keep shooting until his magazine is empty, even if it means using his last round.




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