Pain Lyrics - Rhyme Pays - Ice T

Deuce,deuce revolver was my problem solver 

Had a def girl,really didn't want to 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)