Deadly Game

Lyrics

[Verse 1] You know I never was no choir boy Your folk's got a gang of priors Maybe that's why the one-time's be trifling Trying to give a young nigga thirty-five to life When I ain't even done nothin wrong, officer I have no info to offer you He asked my name, so I came off the brain Told him, "I'm John Doe and this is my ho Jane" He said, "Smart mouth nigga, don't make me do you" Put my thumbprint in his high-tech computer My name came back with a warrant, felonious Now they got me downtown, spread my anus Buttock, I'm like, "What the fuck is it now?" He said, "You robbed a liquor store; we know where, when and how" It's foul, they got a nigga tore up from the floor up My mom in the courtroom looking like she 'bout to throw up It's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commission At my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a proposition He said if I lose at trial I'd get 38 with the L on top But take the deal he'd give me five with having 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 They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bring It's only strike one swing, batter-batter, swing [Chorus] It's 1-8-7 on the D.A 'Cause they ain't trying to give a young motherfucker no leeway Yes, yes... y'all 1-8-7 on a whole courtroom, motherfuck 'em all You better swing, batter-batter, swing 'Cause once you get your third felony, it's fifty years you got to bring It's a deadly game of baseball So when they try to pull you over, shoot him in his face, y'all [Verse 2] Fresh out the pen, unrehabilitated Doing hella good, and my P.O. hates it Hates dick, she's a dyke lesbian bitch Can't wait to violate for me for some petty-ass shit I got to get a job, so I'm filling out applications Fighting the temptation, to slang nation uh Minimum wage don't get it Five bucks an hour don't cut it, man, I ain't with it So fuck it, I went and struck it rich on a dope sack My homie gave me two, and told me to bring him four back Now, it's time for me to start having things I flips 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 looking sticky I'm at the club and I can feel them suckers scoping I'm knowing they plotting on me, but I'm still hoping That they won't try me, unless they wanna die They will be dripping more blood than Mrs. Simpson was Sho' nuff, ain't no bluff, here them suckers come Got me reaching up under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber gun, uh! Spun his ass around with one of the fat Magnum rounds Got him on the ground making funny sounds, oh! I got a problem, witnesses--ten Positive identification [Chorus] It's 1-8-7 on the D.A 'Cause they ain't trying to give a young motherfucker no leeway Yes, yes... y'all 1-8-7 on a whole courtroom, motherfuck 'em all You better swing, batter-batter, swing 'Cause once you get your third felony, it's fifty years you got to bring It's a deadly game of baseball So when they try to pull you over, shoot him in his face, y'all On swole in the pen, cellmates with X-Raided Now I'm on parole, five years later The Bo Loc is ready to have me a ball Fuck my P.O., I'm goin' AWOL And you all can suck this dick I'm sick and tired of going through all this bitch-made shit I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep I'm not 'bout to let you motherfuckers do me A petty with a prior will buy your fate With Wilson in the office, you gets no date So I'm putting all my belongings on Greyhound bus number twenty-two Bound to another state, me and my crew Unpack my shit, stack my grip California and Pete Wilson can suck my dick! And if you didn't already know that you couldn't trust his ass Just look how he did Polly Klaas Used her death and her family's name So he can yank more votes and political fame It's a shame that I'm the one they say is a monster Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sync with But fuck that, I ain't going out like a punk That ain't my style, rip him from his ass crack to his nut sacks Now, they wanna kill a nigga like me I blast one, I blast two, that's strike three [Chorus] It's 1-8-7 on the D.A 'Cause they ain't trying to give a young motherfucker no leeway Yes, yes... y'all 1-8-7 on a whole courtroom, motherfuck 'em all You better swing, batter-batter, swing 'Cause once you get your third felony, it's fifty years you got to bring It's a deadly game of baseball So when they try to pull you over, take them on a chase, y'all