[Verse 1] Aww shit, another young brother hit I better go over my mans crib and get the pump Cause to the cops, shootin brothers is like playin baseball And theyre never in a slump I guess when they shoot up a crew, its a grand slam And when its one, its a home run But Imma be ready with a wild pitch My finger got a bad twitch, plus I wanna switch Side, and step up to the batters box Fuck red and white, I got on Black Sox But let em shoot a person from the White Sox Whats the call? Foul ball! Babe Ruth wouldve made a good cop, but he didnt Instead he was a bigot, dig it My life is valuable and I protect it like a gem Instead of cops gettin me, Im goin out gettin them And let em cough up blood like phlegm Its grim, but dead is my antonym And legally, they cant take a fall Yo, check it out, its just a friendly game of baseball [Verse 2] R.B.I. Real Bad Injury But dont get happy, youre in jail for a century Just as bad as bein shot in the groin To see wholl shoot ya, theyll flip a coin And watch em run for the stretch But you dont know the man is at home waitin to make the catch So the outfielder guns you down Youre out, off to the dugout, underground I know a cop thats savage, his pockets stay green like cabbage Cause he has a good batting average No questions, just pulls out the flamer And his excuses get lamer Once, a brother tried to take a leave But they shot him in his face, sayin he was tryin to steal a base And people watch the news for coverage on the game Hmm, and got the nerve to complain They need to get themselves a front row seat Or save the baseline for a beat Cause Helevision just aint designed for precision, yall Its just a friendly game of baseball [Verse 3] A kid caught on, but I dont know where the brother went The umpires are the government I guess they took him out the game And replaced him with a pinchhitter In the scam, he was a quitter So the cops usually torment, I mean tournament Win em, I was sayin You cant let the umpires hear ya speakin bad Or like the other kid, you wont be playin Cause theyll beat you til your ass drop A walkin gun with a shell in his hand is their mascot And when they walk around, let it be known to step lightly The bases are loaded My man got out from three strikes in the skull But the knife he was carryin was dull Instead of innings, we have endings What a fine way to win things And hotdog vendors have fun Sellin you the cat, rat and dog on a bun And when you ask, What is all of this called? Its just a friendly game of baseball
baseball, cop, friendly, umpire, sox