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]