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spice 1 - three strikes lyrics

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(chorus: spice 1)
one for possession, two for the cells
three motherf-ckin’ 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 motherf-ckin’ 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 n-gg-s is you gonna catch without a strap
and at least an ounce of yayo
i know some n-gg-s that wanna smoke me g
but i ain’t just rollin’ up and catchin’ no slugs
so these n-gg-s can have their glory
gotta bust back fast, do the dirt ski-mask, ar-15s’ split that -ss
f-ck the po-po, i’m the n-gg- with a gat that’s quick to blast
i’m takin’ a case, cause case is a n-gg- 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 n-gg-s shootin’ dice
n-gg-s roll by, n-gg-s pull straps
n-gg-s peel caps and n-gg-s get slugs in they f-ckin’ back
i’d rather be takin’ a strike, me get my -ss struck
n-gg-s load back and put one in your f-ckin’ gut
motherf-ck ken gillson and that three strike sh-t
i’m rollin’ with hollow tip hot ones and about three extra clips n-gg-

(chorus: spice 1)
one for possession, two for the cells
three motherf-ckin’ 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 motherf-ckin’ strikes, twenty five with an l
what part of the game is this?
what part of the game is that?

(spice 1)
5-0 f-ckin’ 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 -ss a strike, have you lookin’ at cell walls
n-gg-s who slangin’ them birds better watch out for your third
the judge’ll trick a n-gg- and throw a f-ckin’ curve
that’s when your -ss is through, it ain’t sh-t that you can do
leavin’ your -ss 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 n-gg- that you don’t know
better rap with some two-eleven sh-t
they got you sharp in the shanks put ’em in a hole and take
that n-gg-s’ crazy psychiatrists say his mind go blank
but youse just trippin’ up off the n-gg- that you left dead
thinkin’ they wasn’t wet them motherf-ckin’ slugs to the head
d-mn – 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

(spice 1)
what part of the game is this?
i wonder who thought it for the sh-t that they leave to crow
livin’ it up in the city it ain’t no motherf-ckin’ joke
yo n-gg-s smokin’, some n-gg-s they start to hop and get to flashin’
creepin’ on n-gg-s and sh-t, make a n-gg- 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 n-gg-s, 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 n-gg- like me just gon’ straight up vamp
three strike these motherf-ckin’ nuts, i ain’t givin’ a f-ck
and you ain’t takin’ me out alive so you better be quick to duck
f-ck the system it’s made for lockin’ us n-gg-s down
in the year 2010, take it out, now look around
see how many n-gg-s is up in tracy, pelican bay
chillin’ in san quentin, no rock, or chino where them killers and all the g’s lay

- spice 1 lyrics

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