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Three Strikes
Lyricist：Robert Lee Green Jr., Gentry Reed
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this? What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this? What part of the game is that?
Twenty five with an L, three strikes and you can't post bail
How many niggas is you gonna catch without a strap and at least
An ounce of yayo, I know some niggas that wanna smoke me G
But I ain't just rollin' up and catchin' no slugs
So these niggas can have their glory
Gotta bust back fast, do the dirt ski-mask, AR-15s' split that ass
Fuck the po-po, I'm the nigga with a gat that's quick to blast
I'm takin' a case, 'cause case is a nigga when I take my life
Spendin' money on straps but an A.K. is pretty nice
Gotta watch my back, when it comes to my life it ain't no price
Sippin' on this yak, peepin' out some niggas shootin' dice
Niggas roll by, niggas pull straps, niggas peel caps and niggas get slugs
In they fuckin' back I'd rather be takin' a strike, me get my ass struck
Niggas load back and put one in your fuckin' gut
Mother fuck Ken Gill son and that three strike shit
I'm rollin' with hollow tip hot ones and about three extra clips, nigga
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes and you can't post bail
What part of the game is this? What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this? What part of the game is that?
5-0 fuckin' off my high, pullin' up under they glocks
Talkin' 'bout here's is his block, tellin' me I can't serve no notch
Yola, Coca-Cola, hustlin' for my fetty kickin' 'em candy for them
Fiends blockin' it up and then you're ready player
But keep your eyes peeled, don't swing at least of all
They give your ass a strike, have you lookin' at cell walls
Niggas who slangin' them birds better watch out for your third
The judge'll trick a nigga and throw a fuckin' curve
That's when your ass is through, it ain't shit that you can do
Leavin' your ass stuck, out in your fifty two
Sayin' it ain't no sunshine when you're stuck in a five by seven
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Twenty five years with a nigga that you don't know better rap with some
Two-eleven shit, they got you sharp in the shanks
Put 'em in a hole and take that niggas' crazy psychiatrists
Say his mind go blank, but you just trippin' up off the nigga
That you left dead thinkin' they wasn't wet them motherfuckin'
Slugs to the head damn, but see you in here now
Should have got up on them po-po's, should have got off some rounds
Huh, should have got up on them po-po's, it goes
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this? What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this? What part of the game is that?
What part of the game is this? I wonder who thought it
For the shit that they leave to crow, livin' it up in the city
It ain't no motherfuckin' joke, yo niggas smokin', some niggas
They start to hop and get to flashin', creepin' on niggas and shit
Make a nigga have to get to blastin'
See Mr. Officer I'm just tryin' to survive
Gotta keep my strap on my side or like a tick for my life
When they come to get me, shoot up my body and leave me numb
With a boss nine millimeter at these niggas, and let 'em know
Where a G is comin' from
So don't try to put me in your concentration camp
'Cause on my third strike a nigga like me just gon' straight up vamp
Three strike these motherfuckin' nuts, I ain't givin' a fuck
And you ain't takin' me out alive so you better be quick to duck
Fuck the system it's made for lockin' us niggas down
In the year 2010, take it out, now look around see how many
Niggas is up in Tracy, Pelican Bay chillin' in San Quentin
No rock, or chino where them killers and all the G's lay
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this? What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this? What part of the game is that?
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