Hot Boys - 3 Strikes lyrics
[Hot Boys - 3 Strikes lyrics]
I got popped in 94' them people
Caught me with some coke
But I pleaded as a user so
The judge let me go
Now I'm back on the streets
With six months of probation
Can't go out the state so
I can't take no vacation
Got to watch my conversation cause
Them people a fool got to be in before 11
And I can't miss school
But I was talkin to that nigga sammy
Tryin to see how I'm a get
These 20 bricks from miami
On a chip phone so I'm
Thinking they ain't tracin mine
Two days later I'm in that place facing 99
But slim and baby bought a laywer
For a half a mil' and he kept fightin and he
Got me out on appeal my niggas real
So I know I got to play it light
I gotta watch what I do cause
I'm on my second strike
But if I ever fall agian I'm history
So I'm a keep everything low so
They can't get to me 3 strikes nigga
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
Look
If they pop you nigga fo sho you goin ride
The judge ain't playin they givin you 99
They don't giva fuck who you
Is they don't discriminate
Come up with a decision there
It is closed case
Ain't nothing you can do nigga
You goin do that time
Take it like a man don't
Cry you done the crime
Seen a lot a niggas fall short like that
I done seen a lot a niggas
Run through cuts with a gat
I done seen a lot a niggas
Get they wig pushed back i done seen a lot a
Niggas get busted for crack
Not me cuzin as long as I'm with CMB cuzin
Got my mind straight I'm no
Longer on that D cuzin
So tell me how I'm a do wrong I'm doing right
You feds can't fuck with me
Cause I'm doing right
So you can take all the bitches you want
You can play numba down you can't stop me
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
I know any day it can happen
Go to jail or get killed
Thats why I try to walk light but
On the streets it's too real
I just had a lil girl so hard I try to chill
But I still find my self on
The block chasin the mil
Ask the lord to guide me right
Keep my mind of bad
Got this monkey ride my back
Tellin me to a bag got a judge front a nigga
Tryin to send me away
Cause I got my second gun
Charge possesion of a A-K
Now I'm due for sometime 15 with a bail
But I refuse to take that
Cause I'll never get well
But I promise if the lord
Hold me from under this
Ain't got to worry about me
Coming back for shit
Never thought when I get older
They would offer me 10
I was waiting for my uncle come home looking
Like I would meet him in the pin
I ain't let em worry me
Real is what ive been, but
Now I'm on my third strike but I'm
A hit the streets agian nigga
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
What the fuck you mean I got an attachment
They got crooks out here bitch go harass them
I used to pull it all I used to sell dope
I used to whip hoes I used to snort coke
I used to shoot at niggas
I used to steal cars
I used to start wars up in that 3rd ward
I used to disrespect old
People and talk crazy
Untill a nigga got his mind
Right and met baby im pushin neener neener
Light on my pinkey finger
Motherfuck a sapena cause I'm a rap singer
Don't want no charges
Even though I got a stash in my garages
You bitches looking at me as
Though I am retarded
But you can never twist me up
With all that war shit whodi you heard me
You bitch now you want to
Make sure that I'm gone
Away from my kids reposes my cars and my home
Thats what you want
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
Caught me with some coke
But I pleaded as a user so
The judge let me go
Now I'm back on the streets
With six months of probation
Can't go out the state so
I can't take no vacation
Got to watch my conversation cause
Them people a fool got to be in before 11
And I can't miss school
But I was talkin to that nigga sammy
Tryin to see how I'm a get
These 20 bricks from miami
On a chip phone so I'm
Thinking they ain't tracin mine
Two days later I'm in that place facing 99
But slim and baby bought a laywer
For a half a mil' and he kept fightin and he
Got me out on appeal my niggas real
So I know I got to play it light
I gotta watch what I do cause
I'm on my second strike
But if I ever fall agian I'm history
So I'm a keep everything low so
They can't get to me 3 strikes nigga
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
Look
If they pop you nigga fo sho you goin ride
The judge ain't playin they givin you 99
They don't giva fuck who you
Is they don't discriminate
Come up with a decision there
It is closed case
Ain't nothing you can do nigga
You goin do that time
Take it like a man don't
Cry you done the crime
Seen a lot a niggas fall short like that
I done seen a lot a niggas
Run through cuts with a gat
I done seen a lot a niggas
Get they wig pushed back i done seen a lot a
Niggas get busted for crack
Not me cuzin as long as I'm with CMB cuzin
Got my mind straight I'm no
Longer on that D cuzin
So tell me how I'm a do wrong I'm doing right
You feds can't fuck with me
Cause I'm doing right
So you can take all the bitches you want
You can play numba down you can't stop me
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
I know any day it can happen
Go to jail or get killed
Thats why I try to walk light but
On the streets it's too real
I just had a lil girl so hard I try to chill
But I still find my self on
The block chasin the mil
Ask the lord to guide me right
Keep my mind of bad
Got this monkey ride my back
Tellin me to a bag got a judge front a nigga
Tryin to send me away
Cause I got my second gun
Charge possesion of a A-K
Now I'm due for sometime 15 with a bail
But I refuse to take that
Cause I'll never get well
But I promise if the lord
Hold me from under this
Ain't got to worry about me
Coming back for shit
Never thought when I get older
They would offer me 10
I was waiting for my uncle come home looking
Like I would meet him in the pin
I ain't let em worry me
Real is what ive been, but
Now I'm on my third strike but I'm
A hit the streets agian nigga
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
What the fuck you mean I got an attachment
They got crooks out here bitch go harass them
I used to pull it all I used to sell dope
I used to whip hoes I used to snort coke
I used to shoot at niggas
I used to steal cars
I used to start wars up in that 3rd ward
I used to disrespect old
People and talk crazy
Untill a nigga got his mind
Right and met baby im pushin neener neener
Light on my pinkey finger
Motherfuck a sapena cause I'm a rap singer
Don't want no charges
Even though I got a stash in my garages
You bitches looking at me as
Though I am retarded
But you can never twist me up
With all that war shit whodi you heard me
You bitch now you want to
Make sure that I'm gone
Away from my kids reposes my cars and my home
Thats what you want
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose
3 strikes you fall
3 strikes you catch the blues
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