5150 I Can`t Win Lyrics

I Can`t Win Lyrics

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[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

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

suckers

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-

fucking 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 muthafucking dick

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

suckas

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

muthafucking pen



Dial Tone...



[Chorus]