Just A Friendly Game Of Baseball - Main Source

Aww s**t another young brother hit

I better go over my man's crib and get the pump

'Cause to the cops shootin brothers is like playin baseball

And they're never in a slump

I guess when they shoot up a crew it's a grand slam

And when it's one it's a home run

But I'ma be ready with a wild pitch

My finger got a bad twitch plus I'm on the switch

Side and step up to the batter's box

F**k red and white I got on Black Sox

But let him shoot a person from the White Sox

What's the call foul ball

Babe Ruth woulda made a good cop but he didn't

Instead he was a bigot dig it

My life is valuable and I protect it like a gem

Instead of cops gettin me I'm goin out gettin them

And let 'em cough up blood like phlegm

It's grim but dead is my antonym

And legally they can't take a fall

Yo check it out it's just a friendly game of baseball

Black lemon

You just do the back lemon

RBI--real bad injury

But don't get happy you're in jail for a century

Just as bad as bein shot in the groin

To see who'll shoot ya they'll flip a coin

And watch him run for the stretch

But you don't know the man is

At home waitin to make the catch

So the outfielder guns you down

You're out off to the dugout underground

I know a cop that's savage

His pockets stay green like cabbage

'Cause he has a good batting average

No questions just pulls out the flamer

Blam 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 sink a baseline for a beat

'Cause television just ain't designed for precision y'all

It's just a friendly game of baseball

To the black lemon

You just to the black lemon

A kid caught on but I don't know where the brother went

The umpires are the government

I guess they took him out the game and replace him

With a pinch-hitter in the scam he was a quitter

So the cops usually torment I mean tournament

Win 'em I was sayin

You can't let the umpires

Hear ya speak and battle

Like the other kid you won't be playin

'Cause they'll beat you 'til your a*s drop

A walking 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 carrying was dull

Instead of innings we have endings

What a fine way to win things

And hot-dog vendors have fun

Sellin you the cat rat and dog on a bun

And when you ask what is all of this called

It's just a friendly game of baseball

To the black lemon

He is to the black lemon

He is to the black lemon

He is to the black lemon