Spice 1 – Three Strikes lyrics

send* corrections to the typist (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