King Tee 3 Strikes Ya' Out Lyrics

IV Life Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 You Can't See Me
  • 2 Super Nigga
  • 3 Duck
  • 4 Dippin'
  • 5 3 Strikes Ya' Out
  • 6 Down Ass Loc
  • 7 Free Style Ghetto
  • 8 Way Out There
  • 9 Let's Get It On
  • 10 Check the Flow
  • 11 Advertisement
  • 12 Dippin' (remix)
  • {*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*

    [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

    [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, (?)

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