Deadly Game Lyrics

[Verse 1]

X-Raided Loc 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 35 to life

When I ain't even done nothin wrong officer

I have no info to offer ya

He asked my name, So I came off the brain

Told him, "I am 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 downtown, Spread my anus, buttocks

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

They say I robbed a liquor store

They know where, when and how and it's foul

Got ya boy tore up from the floor up

Mom's in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up

It's a strong armed robbery, Strapped in the commission

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

He said you'll lose at trial

You'll get the 38, L on top

Take the deal, He'll give me 5

Half and most of the charges dropped

Hopped on the deal quicker than Flash

Sad, I admit that but two and a half ain't bad, I got get back

Sentenced me to five, Two I gotta bring

Only strike one, Swing batter-batter, Swing

[Chorus]

187 on the D.A.

D.A. aint tryin to give a young black nigga no leeway

Yes-Yes... Y'all

187 on the whole courtroom, Muthafuck 'em all

You better swing, Batter-Batter, Swing

Cause when you get your 3rd felony

That's 50 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

[Verse 2]

Now I'm fresh out, Un-rehabilitated

Raided doin 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 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 aint with it

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

The homie gave me two, Told me to bring him four back

Now it's time for me to start havin things

Got me a coupe and painted it candy-apple green

It gleams, Clear coat sprayed on thicklyX-Raided - Deadly Game - http://motolyrics.com/x-raided/deadly-game-lyrics.html

Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky

I'm at the club and I can feel them suckers scopin

I'm knowin they plottin on me

But I'm still hopin they won't try me, Unless they wanna die

They'll be drippin more blood than Mrs. Simpson was

Sure nuff, Ain't a bluff, Here them suckers come

Got me reachin up under the panel to handle the.44 Caliber gun, Ugh

Spun him around with a fat Magnum round

Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, Ugh

I got a problem, witnesses

Ten positive identification's

[Chorus]

187 on the D.A.

D.A. aint tryin to give a young muthafucka no leeway

Yes-Yes... Y'all

187 on the whole courtroom, Muthafuck 'em all

You better swing, Batter-Batter, Swing

Cause when you get your 3rd felony

That's 50 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

[Verse 3]

I'm all swole, Five years later

Fresh out the pen, Loc'd up, I'm X-Raided

X-Raided Loc 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

Got two strikes right now as we speak and peep

I'm not gonna let you muthafuckas 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 Greyhound bus, Number 22

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 Klaas

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 ass crack to his nutt sack

Now they wanna kill a nigga like me

I blast one, Blast two, Strike three, Yellin...

[Chorus]

187 on the D.A.

D.A. aint tryin to give a young muthafucka no leeway

Yes-Yes... Y'all

187 on the whole courtroom, Muthafuck