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
