Pain Lyrics

Pain

Deuce deuce revolver was my problem solver
Had a def girl really didn't wanna
involve her
In the life of a gangster use to rob bankster
But now I'm
locked up I'm just a punk low rankster
Jail cells know me too damn
well
Seems like I've built on earth my own personal hell
No matter how
high I climbed somehow I always fell
I guess a lot of players got this story
to tell
No matter how cold you roll you simply cannot win
It's always fun
in the beginning
But pain in the end

Pain (x4)

Organized
crimer,big trouble finder
In and out of institutions ever since I was a
minor
But now I'm on the bricks,deep in the mix
Crime smarts searching
hard for some new street tricks
I think I'll join a gang,sling a little
cane
Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a name
Fresh sneakers,silk
shirts,24/7 work
Nine to five to survive,you gotta be a jerki
I clock two
grand a day,yet I was born to play
Who me at micky dee's?It wouldn't work,no
way
I'm a big money haver but not the last laugher
For me infamy makes me
no autographer
Custody haunts my dreams,nightmares of capture
Paranoid of
surveillance,phobia of cameras
My banks bigger,but so are my fears
Past
records proved players live limited years
But I'm unlike the rest,know to be
the best
Fast money,true wealth my eternal quest
I hustle all night
long,there ain't no gain in rest
12 gauge close range,bloods on my
chest
I looked into his face,I thought he was my friend
My boy had me set
up,this wound would never mend
No matter who you trust,you simply cannot
win
It's always fun in the beginning
But it's pain in the end

Pain
(x4)

Gold rope wearer,neighborhood terror
Can't hang around my mother
'cause she says I scare her
Got a light sunburn from too much pool-side
sittin'
Coroless phone keeps me on 'cause there ain't no quittin'
Mind's
in a money mode,seems like it should explode
Girlies on my jammie,got a
female overload
Young street messiah,professional liar
19 gotta Benz,21
I'll retire
Crazy money it ain't funny,suckers lovin' my jock
But there's
some people at my door that didn't even knock
Task force boomin',doggin' my
crib out,can't shout
F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth!
Threw me on the
floor,called my girl a whore
Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin'
for more
Cracked my safe with an axe,then illed out to the max
When they
seem my money kickin' it in twenty G stacks
Booked me on ten counts,with
bails of different amounts
The charges stuck like glue,some that I couldn't
pronounce
They threw my ass the book,my life wa surely took
And then they
gave my girl
Ten years for hangin' out with a crook
She played the game
herself,fast lane quick wealth
No respect for the law or the city's
health
The sweat of hustlers greed is not reserved for men
It's always
fun in the beginning
But it's pain in the end

Pain (x5)