Deadly Game

C Bo

You know I never was no choir boy



Ya folks got a gang of priors



Maybe that's why the one time's be triflin



Tryin to give a young nigga thirty five to life



When I ain't even done nothin wrong off icer



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, felo-nies



Now they got me down-town, 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 to' up from the, flo' up



My mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up



It's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commision



at my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a proposition



He said if I lose at trial I'd get the ? with the L on top



but take the deal he'd give me five with havin most of the charges



dropped



Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said



"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, batta batta swing



Chorus:



It's one-eight-seven on the D.A., cause they



ain't tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway



Yes yes... y'all



One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all



You better swing, batta batta swing



Cause once you get your third felony, your fifty years you gotta bring



It's a deadly game of baseball



So when they try to pull you over



1 - shoot em in the face y'all



2 - shoot em in his face y'all



3 - take em on a chase y'