Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3 Strikes, artist - Hot Boys.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
3 Strikes |
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 aint 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 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 cant 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 aint playin they givin you 99 |
They dont giva fuck who you is they dont descriminate |
Come up with a decision there it is closed case |
Aint nothing you can do nigga you goin do that time |
Take it like a man dont 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 cant 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 its 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 bad |
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 |
Aint 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 aint let em worry me real is what ive been |
Now I’m on my third strike but I’m a hit the streets agian |
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 in the fuck you mean I got an attachment |
They got crooks out here bitch harrass 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 |
Dont want no charges |
Even though I got a stash in my garages |
You bitches looking at me as if 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 |