Deuce,deuce revolver was my problem solver
Had a def girl,really didnt wanna involve her
In the life of a gangster,use to rob bankster
But now Im locked up,Im just a punk low rankster
Jail cells know me too damn well
Seems like Ive 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
Its 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 Im on the bricks,deep in the mix
Crime smarts searching hard for some new street tricks
I think Ill 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 dees? it wouldnt work,no way
Im 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 Im unlike the rest,know to be the best
Fast money,true wealth my eternal quest
I hustle all night long,there aint 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
Its always fun in the beginning
But its pain in the end

Pain (x4)

Gold rope wearer,neighborhood terror
Cant 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 aint no quittin
Minds 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 Ill retire
Crazy money it aint funny,suckers lovin my jock
But theres some people at my door that didnt even knock
Task force boomin,doggin my crib out,cant shout
F.b.i. got a gun in my mouth!
Threw me on the floor,called my girl a whore
Pulled ten gs 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 couldnt 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 citys health
The sweat of hustlers greed is not reserved for men
Its always fun in the beginning
But its pain in the end

Pain (x5)