I just lost my job, didn't want to be mailroom clerk

Besides, it didn't pay but dimes, and the boss had a disrespectful mouth

If I wasn't on parole, I would've knocked the motherfucker out

So I'm drivin', gotta get me some fast cash

Ain't tryin' to hurt nobody

Mama, maybe it's wrong, but I gotta get you money

It's a must -have

If I get caught, I'll go back to jail

With no bail

It's the risk that I'm takin'

I'm committed so I ain't fakin'

It's the life I choose

Quick or loose

That's the way you play life's game

Here we go again, y 'all

If you play it wrong

Then you're the one to blame

You're the one to blame

If I could choose

Oh well

I would make a change

But it's the same old song

That everybody sh -a -a -a -a -a -ains

Now I'm my own boss

And I ain't got no friction

Cause I'm a bootleg pharmacist

You don't need no prescription

Got a clientele that's a mile long

Tryna get the dough and retire

Cause if I stand it too long

The feds gonna set my ass on fire

And if they come, gotta hold court

In the streets

And one of three things will happen

If I get away, get the chair or die cappin'

And if they catch me right and I can't fight

I'll go back to prison

And like my mama say

You can't always bust your gun

Chico, sometimes you gotta run

Win or lose

Win or lose

Oh, if you play it wrong

Then you're the one to blame

If I could choose

I would make a change

Oh, but it's the same old song

That everybody sh -a -a -a -a -a -a -ains

All the odds are against me

Cause I'm already a felon

I'll probably die this time in jail

Cause I ain't doin' no tellin'

I'll probably lose the girl that I love

She'll turn her back once the money's spent

And play it off to her friends

Like it was an argument

It's the life I choose

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You can only do it when you're the one to blame

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad game, babe

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, bad game

It's a bad game

It's a bad game, yeah, yeah

It's a bad game, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, pain

To the mothers watchin' over

You know this game ain't fair

Sometimes you can't change their mind

So all you got is prayer

If you're tryin' to be the man

And a child you gotta raise

Don't let nobody

Put you in the grave

Cause a mom and she

Ain't worth losin' your life

But I don't make a change

Take a look at your friends in the pen

They probably got a life

And been down since ten

But petty crime

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Listen, I ain't got that much time

Only four minutes to sing to you

But I hope and pray that you will listen

When I try to school you

Bad game, bad game, nobody wins

But everybody shame