Pain lyrics

Artist  : Ice T 
Song : Pain



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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)