| Deuce deuce revolver
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| Was my problem solver
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| Had a def girl, really didn’t
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| Wanna involve her
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| In the life of a gangster
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| Used to rob bankster
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| But now I’m locked up
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| I’m just a punk low rankster
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| Jail cells
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| Know me too damn well
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| Seems like I’ve built on earth
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| My own personal hell
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| No matter how high I climbed
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| Somehow I always fell
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| Guess a lot of players got
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| This story to tell
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| No matter how cold you roll
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| You simply cannot win
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| It’s always fun in the beginning
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| But pain in the end
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| Pain (x4)
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| Organized crimer
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| Big trouble finder
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| In and out of institutions
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| Ever since I was a minor
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| But now I’m on the bricks
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| Deep in the mix
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| Crime-smart, searching hard
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| For some new street tricks
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| I think I’ll join a gang
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| Sling a little cane
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| Put a beeper on my belt
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| And get myself a name
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| Fresh sneakers, silk shirts
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| 24/7 work
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| Nine-to-five to survive?
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| You gotta be a jerk!
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| I clock two grand a day
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| Yes I was born to play
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| Who me? |
| At Micky D’s?
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| It wouldn’t work, no way
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| I’m a big money haver
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| But not the last laugher
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| For me infamy
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| Makes me no autographer
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| Custody haunts my dreams
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| Nightmares of capture
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| Paranoid of surveillance
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| Phobia of cameras
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| My bank’s bigger
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| But so are my fears
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| Past records prove players
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| Live limited years
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| But I’m unlike the rest
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| Known to be the best
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| Fast money, true wealth
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| My eternal quest
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| I hustle all night long
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| There ain’t no gain in rest
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| 12 gauge close range
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| Blood’s on my chest
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| I looked into his face
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| I thought he was my friend!
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| My boy had me set up!
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| This wound would never mend
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| No matter who you trust
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| You simply cannot win
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| It’s always fun in the beginning
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| But it’s pain in the end
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| Pain (x4)
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| Gold rope wearer
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| Neighborhood terror
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| Can’t hang around my mother
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| Cause she says I scare her
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| Got a light sunburn
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| From too much pool-side sittin'
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| Cordless phone keeps me on
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| Cause there ain’t no quittin'
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| Mind’s in a money mode
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| Seems like it should explode
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| Girlies on my jammie--
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| Got a female overload
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| Young street messiah
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| Professional liar
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| 19, got a Benz
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| 21, I’ll retire
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| Crazy money it ain’t funny
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| Suckers lovin' my jock
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| But there’s some people at my door
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| That didn’t even knock!
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| Task force boomin'
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| Doggin' my crib out
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| Can’t shout!
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| F.B.I.'s got a gun in my mouth
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| Threw me on the floor
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| Called my girl a whore
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| Pulled ten G’s out my mattress
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| And was lookin' for more
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| Cracked my safe with an axe
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| Then they laughed to the max!
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| When they seem my money kickin' it
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| In twenty-G stacks
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| Booked me on ten counts
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| With bails of different amounts
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| The charges stuck like glue--
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| Some that I couldn’t pronounce!
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| They threw my ass the book
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| My life was surely took
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| Then they gave my girl ten years
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| For hangin' out with a crook
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| She played the game herself
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| Fast lane quick wealth
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| No respect for the law
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| Or the city’s health
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| The sweat of hustler’s greed
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| Is not reserved for men
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| It’s always fun in the beginning
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| But it’s pain in the end
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| Pain (x5)
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| Yeah, that ain’t nothin'!
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| Cause when I get outta here, I’mma get right back in the money
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| Cause they don’t know that I know what time it is, ya see
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| I done learned something. |
| I did half my time, but I can learn more when I was
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| in here
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| And I’mma go right back out and get paid, you understand what I’m sayin'?
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| Cause I did half my time. |
| Word!
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| I only got nine years left
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| PAIN |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pain , by - Ice T. Song from the album The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп