Bring The Pain Chords by Method Man

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_ _ _ _ _ I came to bring the pain, hardcore [Gm] from the brain.
Go inside my aspirin plane.
Find out my mental, based on instrumental.
Wrecking hate so I can write monumental.
Methods, I'm not the king.
My nipples is decaf, I stick them for the cream.
Check it, just how deep it get.
Deep as the abyss, and brothers is mad fish.
Accept it, in your cross color.
Close your crossed over.
Think I totally crossed out and crisscrossed.
Who the boss?
[N] It talks to the [Gm] south, and on the dark side of the force.
The force is the method.
Man from the Wu-Tang clan.
I be hectic, and coming for the headpiece.
Protect it.
Two tears in a bucket.
[Gb] On the rocks, washing [N] that meat, bro.
Now, watch it.
Styles like it's buck.
Wow.
Method man on, pulling off.
Vows, sick.
Insane, crazy.
Driving Miss Daisy.
I don't mind now, what [G] got my name swayed.
Is it real, son?
Is it really real, son?
Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real.
Something I can feel, son.
Load it up and kill one, one and all.
Feel, son, if it's really real.
When I was [C] a little [Gm] stereo, I listened to some Jeffy Gun.
I always wondered when I would be the number one.
Now you listen to the dark side, and the dark side suffering.
Many, many times, one comes to smear.
Let me have a look out them brains.
Brothers want to hang with the map, bring the rope.
The only way you hang is by the neck.
Rope off, set, come into your project.
Take it as a threat, let it get.
It's a promise, coming from a vet.
Want some more Ouvian on?
You can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I pawn.
And it's going to get even worse for the God.
It's the who come in through, so get before they go on.
Moving on your last outpour, Mr.
Mets.
Then the representing call my name in your chest.
You can come test, realize there's no contest.
I'm the nigga now in that old Wild West.
Quick corner draw with my hands on the floor.
9 to 11 with the bucket, rhymes galore.
Check it, cause I think not when it's hip hop like proper.
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinking 90 [G] proof vodka.
No OJ, no straw.
When you give it to me, [Dm] yeah, give it to me raw.
[Gm] I burn, and when you drink absolute straight, it burn.
I'm not thinking much, I say it's a burn.
I don't need a chemical blow to pull up.
All I need is chemical back to pay the month. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Is _ _ _ _ _ it real, son?
[G] Is it really real, son?
Let me know it's real, son.
If it's really real, then I can feel, son.
I can move it up and kill one, one at raw,
feel, [Bb] son, if it's really real.
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_ _ _ _ _ I'm the nigga now in that old Wild West.
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