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Pain In The Game

5573 West Quincy from the Corner of Central… North of the Bridge… Hustlers hangin’ out… mmm… this is how it is… Steppin off the Porch into drama… standin’ in a war zone… No time to think if you blink then it’s on… tryin’ to stay ahead by a few steps… Death in the rear and it’s callin’ on your last breath… and in the front of your mind there’s a death wish… ain’t no trust for your brothas ain’t no love for a punk bytch… that’s how I manage… to make it every night and day… they say I’m damaged cuz I never bend my knees and pray… and I’m in the game and I play for keeps… you go to school I get schooled in these gutta streets… Learned the value of a dollar on my own terms… Rockin’ birds on the hour my percentage earned… that’s the tales of the grip on the down side… and on the flip side… I’m hurtin’ ppl cuz they hurtin’ me… and I feel the pain in this game and it’s hauntin’ me… no matter where I turn… I’m always gettin’ burned… by the flames of A COLD world… it’s hard enough losin’ love for your ol’ girl… now I gotta maintain my Hustle… every where I look my life is filled with trouble… it’s like I’m starin’ down the eyes of a double barrel ni99a… and it’s my own fanga on that mutha fuggin’ trigga… I feel the wrath on my heart it’s the wrong path… I feel the scars on my young life… I’m still alive and my days is filled with strife… and I’m a time bomb waitin’ to blow… Tick Tick Tick that’s how the game go… I’m finna leave with a big bang… I came in with a little fame… now I’m a product of the Pain In The Game…


Nuttin but Pain In The Game… Nuttin But Pain In The Game… and In This World That’s So Cold… Nuttin But Pain In The Game… In This World That’s So Cold… In This World That’s So Cold… Nuttin But Pain In The Game…


I’m sippin’ on a Can of Hopes… and every moment of my life’s like a bag of slopes… strivin’ for the top… and I’m tryin’ to make it… my eyes on the clock… no time to fake it… I’m at the end of the rope and the only way is up… so much pain in the game I don’t believe in luck… I don’t believe to achieve on the word of God… I Won’t believe til I’m greeted with the Lord’s Nod… cuz I was callin’ on the Main Line when I was 4 or 5… (Jesus On the Main Line)… got no response but I know he heard it… I left a message on his phone service… who can I turn to… and I turned to mama and I turned til I turned blue… and I’m tired of turnin’ I’m tired of Bein’ turned down… so now I’m takin’ I’m Makin’ everybody pay… you feel the pain it’s all in the fuggin’ game… l can’t explain it… I’m just livin’ through it… the world turns and I’m gettin’ used to it… I can’t live with it and I can’t live with out it… It’s a part of life… married to the game and the pain Is my fuggin’ wife… and I been blessed with the know how… still I’m possessed by my vows to the streets… I’m addicted to the ghetto yea my love is deep… I’m like a fiend smokin’ cocaine gettin’ high from the Pain in my eyes… ain’t nuttin but Pain In The Game…



Nuttin but Pain In The Game… Nuttin But Pain In The Game… and In This World That’s So Cold… Nuttin But Pain In The Game… In This World That’s So Cold… In This World That’s So Cold… Nuttin But Pain In The Game…