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Lyrics for Deadly Game by C Bo:



Artist:C Bo
Taken from the album Til My Casket Drops by C Bo
Album:Til My Casket Drops
Track:Deadly Game
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Views:561
 
Lyrics:You know I never was no choir boy
Ya folks got a gang of priors
Maybe that's why
the one time's be triflin
Tryin to give a young nigga thirty five to life
When I
ain't even done nothin wrong off icer
I have no in fo to offer ya
He asked my name
so I came off the brain
Told him "I'm John Doe and this is my hoe Jane"
He said
"Smart mouth nigga don't make me do ya"
Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer

My name came back with a warrant, felo-nies
Now they got me down-town, spread my anus

Buttock, I'm like, "What the FUCK is it now?"
He said, "You robbed a liquor store; we
know where, when and how"
It's foul, they got a nigga to' up from the, flo' up
My
mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up
It's a strong armed robbery, strapped
in the commision
at my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a proposition
He said if I
lose at trial I'd get the ? with the L on top
but take the deal he'd give me five with havin
most of the charges
dropped
Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said

"I admit that, but two and a half ain't bad I got getback"
They sentenced me to five, two I
gotta bring
It's only strike one swing, batta batta swing
Chorus:
It's
one-eight-seven on the D.A., cause they
ain't tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway

Yes yes... y'all
One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all

You better swing, batta batta swing
Cause once you get your third felony, your fifty years
you gotta bring
It's a deadly game of baseball
So when they try to pull you over

1 - shoot em in the face y'all
2 - shoot em in his face y'all
3 - take em on
a chase y'all
Fresh out the pen, unrehabili-tated
Doin hella good, and my P.O. hates
it
Hates Dick, she's a dyke lesbian bitch
Can't wait to violate for me for some
petty ass shit
I gotta get a job, so I'm fillin out applications
Fightin the
temptation, to slang nightshift, uhh
Minimum wage don't get it, five bucks a hour

don't cut it, man I ain't widdit
So fuck it, I went and struck it rich, on the dope sack

My homie gave me two, and told me to bring a fo' back
Now it's time for me to start
havin thangs
I flips me a Coupe and painted it candy-apple green
It gleams, clear
coat sprayed on thickly
Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky
I'm at
the club and I can feel them suckers scopin
I'm knowin they plottin on me, but I'm still
hopin
that they won't fry me, unless they wanna die
They will be, drippin more
blood, than Mrs. Simpson was
Sho' nuff, ain't no bluff, here them suckers come
Got
me reachin up under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber
gun, uhh
Spun his ass
around with one of the fat Magnum rounds
Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, ohh

I got a problem, witnesses ten
Positive identifa-cation
Chorus
On
swoll in the pen, cellmates with X-Raided
Now I'm on parole, five years later
The Bo
loc is ready to have me a ball
Fuck my P.O., I'm goin AWOL
And you all can suck this
dick, I'm sick
and tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit
I got two strikes
right now as we speak, and peep
I'm not bout to let you motherfuckers do, me
I'm
petty with a prior, will buy your fate
With Wilson in the office, you gets no date

So I'm putting all my belongings on Greyhound bus #22
Bound to another state, me and my crew

Unpacked my shit, stacked my grip
California and Pete Wilson can suck my dick!

And if you didn't already know, that you couldn't
trust his ass, just look how he did
Polly Klass
Used her death, and her family's name
so he can yank more votes, and
political fame
It's a shame, that I'm the one they say is a monster
Juvenile
delinquent, steppin out of sync with
but FUCK THAT, I ain't goin out, like a punk

That ain't my style, rip him from his asscrack
to hit nutsacks now, they wanna kill a nigga

like me I blast one blast two that's strike three
Chorus
 
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