Deadly Game

[First Verse]

X-Raided locc never was a choir boy

Ya folks got a gang of priors

Maybe that's why one-time's be triflin

Tryin to give a young nigga thirty-five to life

When i ain't even done nothin wrong offica

I have no in-fo to offer-ya

He asked my name so i came off the brain

Told him, "I'm John Doe and this is my hoe Jane"

He said, "smart mouth nigga, don't make me do ya"

Put my thumbprint in his high-tech computer

My name came back with a warrant, felonies

Now they got me down town, spreadin my anus

Buttocks, I'm like, "what the fuck is it now ?"

They say I robbed a liquor store; they know when, where, and how

And it's foul, got your boy to' up from the flo' up

Moms in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up

It's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commosion

Pre-trial conference, D.A. got a proposition

He said your losing trial, you'll get 38 with "L" on top

Take the deal he'd give me five with havin most of the charges dropped

Hopped on the deal quicker than flash

It's sad I admit that, but two and a half ain't bad I got getback

Sentence me to five, two I gotta bring

Only strike one, swing batta batta swing

[Chorus]

One-eight-seven on the D.A.

He ain't tryin to give a young black nigga no leeway

Yes yes... y'all

One-eight seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em' all

You better swing batta batta swing

Cause when you get your third felony, thats fifty years you gotta bring

It's a deadly game of baseball

So when they try to pull you over

Shoot em' in the face y'all

[Second Verse]

Now i'm fresh out, unrehabilitated

Raided doin hella good, and my P.O. hates it

Hates dick, she's a dyke lesbian bitch

Can't wait to violate me for some petty ass shit

I gotta get a job so I'm fillin applications

Fightin the temptation, of slang-nation

Minimum wage don't get it, five bucks an hour don't cut it

Raided ain't widdit

Fuck it, went and struck it rich on the dope sack

The homie gave me two, and told me to bring him fo' back

Now it's time for me to start havin thangs

Got me a coupe and painted it candy apple green

It gleams, clear coat sprayed on thickly

Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky

I'm at the club and I can feel them sucka's scopin

I'm knowin they plottin on me, but I'm still hopin

They won't try my unless they want to die

They will be drippin more blood than Mrs. Simpson was

Sho' nuff, ain't a bluff, here them sucka's come

Got me reachin under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber gun, uhh

Spun him around with a fat magnum round

Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, uhh

I got a problem, witnesses

Ten pos-itive identi-fa-cations

[Chorus]

One-eight-seven on the D.A.

He ain't tryin to give a young motherfucka no leeway

Yes yes... y'all

One-eight seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em' all

You better swing batta batta swing

Cause when you get your third felony, thats fifty years you gotta bring

It's a deadly game of baseball

So when they try to pull you over

Take em' on a chase y'all

[Third Verse]

I'm on swoll, five years later

Fresh out the pin, locc'ed up I'm X-Raided

X-Raided locc ready to have me a ball

Fuck my P.O. I'm goin AWOL

They all can suck my dick

I'm sick and tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit

I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep

I'm not gonna let you motherfuckas do me

A petty with a prior will buy your fate

With wilson in office you gets no date

So I'm putting my belongings on grayhound bus number twenty-two

Headed to another state, me and my crew

Unpack my shit, stack my grip

California and Pete Wilson can suck this dick

If you already didn't know, you couldn't trust his bitch ass

Look how he did Polly Klass

Used her death, and the family's name

To gain more votes, and political fame

And it's a shame, I'm the one they sayin is a monster

Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sequence

Fuck that, I ain't goin out like a punk

That ain't my style, rip him from his asscrack to his nuttsack now

They wanna kill a nigga like me

I blast one, blast two, strike three yellin...

[Chorus]

One-eight-seven on the D.A.

He ain't tryin to give a young motherfucka no leeway

Yes yes... y'all

One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em' all