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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

pacific bell with a called call from
yeah i do
except the phone call

[verse 1]

i take a look true my book
and the days of a crook
sh-t i took
and i cooked
and a cop got shocked
wasn’t fine with a group
call 7-9
come true the town
wasn’t hard to find
put my foot up in the pen
i had to stack my bank
ben frank’s
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 n-ggas to just keep on stepping
cause these bustas
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 m-th–
f-cking 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-tches
on my m-th-f-cking d-ck
cause i had these riches
put the cops on my jock
cause i’m slangging rocks
on the block
h-lla high thinking i can’t be stop
but these bustas
kinda shady
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
m-th-f-cking pen

dial tone…