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3 Strikes (Explicit) - TRU/King George/Master p/Tobin Costen
Yeah an' I'm here to see King George
Is y'all gonna let that fool outta jail
Sit down just for that
I'm gonna give
That ni**a twenty to life
Burn ni**a burn
Chillin' in the courthouse stuck in jail
Time movin' slow just like a snail
Handcuffed to the rail
Dealt a bad deal
Quiet in the court
When the judge said bail
Caught up in the system can't get loose
Mow wear jump suit
And black stained boots
Twenty-five went to hell that's what I get
No I don't smoke but
I can go for a cigarette
Another black man
In the cell doing time
My name's on my chest number 6639
If I gotta die King George ain't scared
With a bald head I be better of dead
3 strikes and they tryin'
To give a ni**a life
My man is still in jail
3 strikes and they tryin'
To give a ni**a life
My man is still in jail
3 strikes and they tryin'
To give a ni**a life
My man is still in jail
3 strikes and they tryin'
To give a ni**a life
My man is still in jail
Don't stress on me
Keep the money on the book
Any fool cross me
Mother f**ker gettin' took
It's all going down
Blame it on the white man
Spike in my hand
King George with a chain gang
Moving right ahead you heard
What I said
You not gettin' paid
You wondering why you dead
In your blue jeans
Mother f**ker wanna
Know how I get mine
Don't do the crime if
You can't do the hard time
Strapped down through a
T with a sharp knife
I never seen more niggas
In my whole life
3 strikes and they tryin'
To give a ni**a life
My man is still in jail
3 strikes and they tryin'
To give a ni**a life
My man is still in jail
3 strikes and they tryin'
To give a ni**a life
My man is still in jail
3 strikes and they tryin'
To give a ni**a life
My man is still in jail
God damn what they got you for man
Aww man sh*t burglary
Armed robbery 187
F**k it aww assault
And battery on the police
You know what I'm sayin' man sh*t
Man this snitch got me right
This snitch ratted on me man
I was like on Cut Boulevard
This ni**a named Roy he seen me
I had the d**e
You know what I'm sayin'
I took the d**e from the b**ch
Then this white lady came
I hit her in her head
Dropped the b**ch in the car
Chopped her fingers
Off man then I fled up that
And they caught me up
In East Oakland man
Man sh*t I ain't trippin' though dogg
Sh*t I'm a soldier like you
See this blue arm band I got on
Ni**a I'm on Santa Rita
I'm on the side with the killas
I'm Joseph Wilson ni**a
I ain't here with them hoes or the rest
Of them old hoe a** niggas man
Shh shh be quiet man here
Come the captain here come the captain
Listen up when
I read your name off the list
You gonna know
Where you gonna be at in the morning
Robert Jordan
Your going to the pen son
King George your going up
The river for a very long time
And Joseph Wilson
Yeah man your going to traffic court son
Aww nah that ain't me man
Look they got me confused
I'm going to the pen
Say king man I'm
