Three Strikes

(Chorus: Spice 1)
 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?
 (Spice 1)
 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
 Motherfuck Ken Gillson and that three strike shit
 I'm rollin' with hollow tip hot ones and about three extra clips nigga
 (Chorus: Spice 1)
 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?
 (Spice 1)
 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' them 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
 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 youse 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
 (Chorus: Spice 1)
 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?
 (Spice 1)
 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
 (Chorus: Spice 1)
 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?