I Can't Win

[Chorus x8] The green and white is on my back trying to bring me down [Phone rings x3] Hey Pacific Bell with a called call from B-M-F-D yeah I do except the phone call homeboy [Verse 1] I take a look true my book and the days of a crook shit I took and I cooked and a cop got shocked wasn't fine with a group call 7-9 come true the town 7-9 wasn't hard to find put my foot up in the pen I had to stack my bank Ben Frank's everyday of this cocaine base and I would die for this cause I strike for this try to take my gat and then my nine gonna speak cause you should know I served time and it's going to paid-me but the old G's told us niggas to just keep on stepping cause these bustas s*ckers is coming to bust us so put some muscle in your hustle and just row with the punches and since that day I began to pack a mutha- f**king gun we weren't not sleeping when I was about my scratch I had to had that fat sack to make my pockets fat remember all them late nights remember all them hood rat bitches on my muthaf**king d**k cause I had these riches put the cops on my jock cause I'm slangging rocks on the block hella high thinking I cant be stop but these bustas s*ckas kinda shady maybe trying to pay me fade me tip the cops off to where I get my rocks at god tham I can't win now I'm locked up in this muthaf**king pen [Dial Tone...] [Chorus]