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X-Raided
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Deadly Game
[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 thickly 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
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