3 Strikes Lyrics by Tru

3 Strikes Lyrics


    [master p]
    Yeah an i'm here to see king george
    Is y'all gonna let that fool outta jail

    [tobin casten]
    Sit down just for that i'm gonna give that nigga 20 to life
    Burn nigga burn

    [king george]
    Chillin' in the courthouse stuck in jail
    Time movin' slow, just like a snail
    Hand-cuffed to the rail, delt 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
    25 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

    Chorus 4x

    3 strikes and they tryin' to give a nigga life
    My man is still in jail

    [king george]
    Don't stress on me, keep the money on the book
    Any fool cross me mother fucker 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 fucker 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

    Chorus x4

    [king george]
    God damn, what they got you for man

    [master p]
    Aww man shit, burglary, armed robbery, 187
    Fuck it aww, assault and battery on the police
    You know what i'm sayin', man shit
    Man this snitch got me right, this snitch ratted on me man
    I was like on cut boulevard, this nigga named roy he seen me
    I had the dope you know what i'm sayin'
    I took the dope from the bitch, then this white lady came
    I hit her in her head, dropped the bitch in the car
    Chopped her fingers off man then i fled up that
    And they caught me up in east oakland man
    Man shit, i ain't trippin' though dogg
    Shit i'm a soldier like you , see this blue arm band i got on
    Nigga i'm on santa rita, i'm on the side with the killas
    I'm joseph wilson nigga
    I ain't here with them hoes or the rest of them old hoe ass niggas man
    Shh shh be quiet man here come the captain here come the captain

    [tobin casten]
    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

    [master p]
    Aww nah that ain't me man
    Look, they got me confused, i'm going to the pen.
    Say king man i'm

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