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Ice-T - Pain lyrics
Thanks to jhsantos@sol.com.br for these lyrics. 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) |
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