Unfriendly Game

I'm about to take this beat, and teach you 'bout the agony of defeat
 in this football game in the street
 And no it ain't two hand touch, it's rough tackle
 When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you
 The fields' fill of players, and they all tryin' to score
 The whole team sits on the bench in the down pour
 'Cause no matter the weather, the game don't stop
 Competin with other teams, that reign on top
 Your offense gotta be cats with no conscious
 No nonsense niggas, with no options
 That know how to carry that rock
 make the hand-off, and run off the block
 It's hard to get first down, when your new in this rough town
 You sell a pound its a TOUCHDOWN!
 And niggas see the pigskin? They blast cops
 Some federal agents dressed as mascots
 Niggas hold weight, but it's not for liftin'
 The only white lines is the ones niggas sniffin'
 I know it sounds a bit different, the only quarter is a quarter key
 if that ain't a penalty, it oughta be
 And the concession stand is so sick
 Servin' you the cat, rat and dog on a stick
 But if you ask why somebody got slain
 Yo, it's just an unfriendly game
 The game don't stop, cats keep playin'
 Some got hit hard and wound up layin'
 out in the field but the fans keep payin'
 Understand what I'm sayin'?
 It's just an Unfriendly Game
 (This ain't America is it?)
 (This ain't America is it? Where can I be)
 Yo, aiyyo it's Monday night, we on some watch the game shit
 But I can go outside and still see the same shit
 'Cause look, there's a bunch of niggas in a huddle (look)
 Looks like they callin' the play, come in kids, don't be all in the way
 'Cause that's Pookie, he the fuckin' quarterback
 'Cause he like to use the shotgun, if he don't I know he got one
 And that's Budda he the fuckin' runnin' back
 'Cause he always say he gon' quit, and he always wind up runnin' back
 The rest of them? I'll just say they play the line
 'Cause they like to protect Pookie, and Pookie make them stay in line
 And if they make a wrong move they penalized
 Not by the referee, but by Pookie brother Jeffery
 And Jeff don't touch shit, he sit and watch (yup)
 oversees the whole block, from his own private luxury box
 He's the one that makes the deals happen
 Smokin' big cigars, while his stars are in the field scrappin'
 But tonight the line of scrimmage got penetrated
 The block got raided, and everybody got traded
 Now they wearin' stripes in a pen, guess that's how the game go
 Nigga you don't know? Highlights at 10
 Wednesday police arrested 12 men in a downtown drug raid.
 The cartel known on the streets as the "Sharks" was transporting
 large amounts of marijuana in shipments of little leauge football
 equipment.
 There's a new team in from outta town
 What's the sound? (Gun shot) OUTTA BOUNCE!
 And the front line niggas stay ready for the blitz sonny
 So you won't make a sack of money
 And every now and then, somebody drops the ball
 And the next team, be right there to take it all
 Now somebody new is tryin' to make a score in your territory
 It's the same old story
 And if you want your corner back you better wear a vest
 just in case, you gotta pull at bullet to the chest
 Believe me, that shit can be a hum-dinger
 'cause every quarterback in this league is a gunslinger
 The half-time show's kinda ill
 Hood rat bitches dancin to Dru Hill (ahhhh...)
 Another nigga down and out
 A crackhead with no name yo
 It's just an unfriendly game