Pain - Ice T

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

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.'s 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 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 ass 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