Lyrics:

Deuce,deuce revolver was my problem solverHad a def girl,really didn't wanna involve herIn the life of a gangster,use to rob banksterBut now I'm locked up,I'm just a punk low ranksterJail cells know me too damn wellSeems like I've built on earth my own personal hellNo matter how high I climbed,somehow I always fellI guess a lot of players got this story to tellNo matter how cold you roll you simply cannot winIt's always fun in the beginningBut pain in the endPain (x4)Organized crimer,big trouble finderIn and out of institutions ever since I was a minorBut now I'm on the bricks,deep in the mixCrime smarts searching hard for some new street tricksI think I'll join a gang,sling a little canePut a beeper on my belt and get myself a nameFresh sneakers,silk shirts,24/7 workNine to five to survive,you gotta be a jerkiI clock two grand a day,yet I was born to playWho me at micky dee's?It wouldn't work,no wayI'm a big money haver but not the last laugherFor me infamy makes me no autographerCustody haunts my dreams,nightmares of captureParanoid of surveillance,phobia of camerasMy banks bigger,but so are my fearsPast records proved players live limited yearsBut I'm unlike the rest,know to be the bestFast money,true wealth my eternal questI hustle all night long,there ain't no gain in rest12 gauge close range,bloods on my chestI looked into his face,I thought he was my friendMy boy had me set up,this wound would never mendNo matter who you trust,you simply cannot winIt's always fun in the beginningBut it's pain in the endPain (x4)Gold rope wearer,neighborhood terrorCan't hang around my mother 'cause she says I scare herGot 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 explodeGirlies on my jammie,got a female overloadYoung street messiah,professional liar19 gotta Benz,21 I'll retireCrazy money it ain't funny,suckers lovin' my jockBut there's some people at my door that didn't even knockTask force boomin',doggin' my crib out,can't shoutF.B.I. got a gun in my mouth!Threw me on the floor,called my girl a whorePulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for moreCracked my safe with an axe,then illed out to the maxWhen they seem my money kickin' it in twenty G stacksBooked me on ten counts,with bails of different amountsThe charges stuck like glue,some that I couldn't pronounceThey threw my ass the book,my life wa surely tookAnd then they gave my girlTen years for hangin' out with a crookShe played the game herself,fast lane quick wealthNo respect for the law or the city's healthThe sweat of hustlers greed is not reserved for menIt's always fun in the beginningBut it's pain in the endPain (x5)