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, 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, 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