51.50 - I Can't Win lyrics

[Chorus] Repeat 8x The green and white Is on my back Trying to bring me down [Phone rings] 3x 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 sh** 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 c**aine 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 n***as to just keep on stepping Cause these bustas s**ers 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**ing 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 b**hes On my muthaf**ing dick Cause I had these riches Put the cops on my jock Cause I'm slangging rocks On the block Hella high thinking I can't be stop But these bustas s**as 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**ing pen Dial Tone... [Chorus]