Afrika Islam - Pain lyrics

Deuce deuce revolver Was my problem solver Had a def girl, really didn't Wanna involve her In the life of a gangster Used 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 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-smart, 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 jerk! I clock two grand a day Yes I was born to play Who me? At Micky D'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 bank's bigger But so are my fears Past records prove players Live limited years But I'm unlike the rest Known 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 Blood's 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' Cordless 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, got a Benz 21, I'll retire Crazy money it ain't funny s**ers 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.'s got a gun in my mouth Threw me on the floor Called my girl a who*e Pulled ten G's out my mattress And was lookin' for more Cracked my safe with an axe Then they laughed 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 a** the book My life was surely took 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 hustler's greed Is not reserved for men It's always fun in the beginning But it's pain in the end Pain (x5) Yeah, that ain't nothin'! Cause when I get outta here, I'mma get right back in the money Cause they don't know that I know what time it is, ya see I done learned something. I did half my time, but I can learn more when I was in here And I'mma go right back out and get paid, you understand what I'm sayin'? Cause I did half my time. Word! I only got nine years left PAIN