Deadly Game Lyrics

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Deadly Game Lyrics by X-Raided

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[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

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