Ice-T - Pain
Tekst :
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) Inne utwory
Rap games hijacked Funky gripsta Cramp your style Hardcore Message to the soldier Fly by The tower Personal The hunted child Body count Breakin Where the shit goes down Depths of hell Pulse of the rhyme Dear homie Ice M.F.T Colors Losowe utwory
Avant moi Cervantès a écrit mon histoire,
et pourtant je reviens te la mettre en mémoire:
Don Quichotte est mon nom, l espérance est ma vie,
j ai des rêves trop grands et le coeur trop petit...
Mais il n est pas question que je...
We betrayed the people we fight
No more fear, fear of a conscious hide
Remember the sea which kept us alive
The beggars we see, we see far behind
We will not betray the ways
Come an existence we revive
Revive we see our own life
With the face of conscious hide
Bring us forth the...
Carry home my broken bones and lay me down to rest
Forty days of cries and moans I guess
I ve failed to pass the test
I ve been sent away not a thing to say
I m banished from the fold
I m a...
You came twice
last year like a Sears catalog
Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you re seeing me but soon I ll have you seeing God
Cause girl I ll get you panting like you re Pavlov s dog
Like a DC-10 I...
En el mundo habrá un lugar
para cada despertar
un jardín de pan y de poesía
Porque puestos a soñar
fácil es imaginar
esta humanidad en harmonía
Vibra mi mente al pensar
en la posibilidad
de encontrar un rumbo diferente
Para abrir de par en par
los cuadernos del amor
del gauchaje y de toda la gente
Qué bueno che, qué lindo...