[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
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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]

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