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[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 Letras de cancioneswasn'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] From Letras Mania