3 Strikes Ya' Out Lyrics - Iv Life - King Tee

3 Strikes Ya' Out 

{*whispered*} 

Love me. give me love. 

Give me love food. 

Give me love, so that I can. kill. 

Give me love, because I can. kill. 

He's not real. (the devil) and she must die. 

Die. (he is the son of man, he is the son of God) 

{*beat drowns out whispered vocals*} 

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[King Tee] 

Three strike you're out they're makin niggaz behave 

No more slaps on the wrist gettin 90 days 

Welcome to the next level, it's the new world order 

Snatch ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter 

I put that on my moms, that's on everything I love 

Nigga what? Catch a L, make you cry like a dove 

So sucka free is the only way for me 

You don't get paid just for bein O.G. 

We've been had, we've been tricked, we've been played 

right when we, went left, for what? We shoulda stayed 

Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business 

Rushed 'em with the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness 

Tried to save his life, give him CPR, huh 

Somethin for the lungs, fat African drums 

So clear up your sinus and keep your nose clean 

Khakis so hot it makes the one-time stop 

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[Chorus] 

Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays 

We in the cage, black man is bein slayed 

Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays 

We in the cage, black man is bein slayed 

[King Tee] 

Get with the lyrical miracle whippin up 

gingerbread cookies out you rookies, huh 

I can't stands no more, grab the floor 

Hit the deck when I let loose the tec (c'mon) 

'Nique, freak any beat nigga 

Westside 106 (?) Street, uhh 

The loco's, chocolate like cocoa 

Get your punk-ass balled up in the trash (AHH!) 

You stepped on my stars, motherfucker say sorry 

This wild style's like lion country safari 

This is for my loc's back at the Ponderosa 

Check my file, bring it to trial 

Get with that new, ninety-fo' shit 

Yes it's funky like a jackass, don't even trip 

I got pages and pages of metaphoric phrases 

Too complex for the human eye to catch 

It's the, gangsta boogie, do you want a example 

or do you just wanna taste a sample? 

Out of control, gone, warped, zoned, toned 

Hand me the heater, I need the speakers 

Sparks, flames, no name but peep game 

Smoke like a choo-choo train 

It's the criminal minded nigga King Tee 

with the Westside Riders, comin creepin crawlin like spiders 

We've been bit by the dog, call the catcher stretcher 

Judge Fletcher betcha, raise your blood pressure 

The unsolved mystery, mixed up our history 

Put us in the twist, we no longer exist, like 

. dinosaurs dissapeared, then it's like 

. mine and yours dissapear, so it's like 

servin soon, here comes your doom 

Right when the world go ka-boom, so am I 

sane, or, sick in the brain? 

Or do everybody style sound the same? (Yep) 

[Chorus] - 2X 

[Outro] 

Yeahh... beat terrorist. (?) 

TR, the funk ignitor 

My nigga King Tee with the funky West shit right? 

Check this out. 

Beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, 

(?)