Strike Two

Strike One
Strike One, Huh, yeah
Yeah Strike One. You don't wanna go down there, it's not fun
Strike Two. Bitch now don't you tell me, what you gon do
Strike Three. If I catch a body, they gon free him
Strike Four. I know my boy Jesus, got that envelope
They know I'm their doctor, I was giving them prescriptions
My brother's, they suspected me, cause we fit the description
Alotta people homeless nigga, I'll send em on that mission
I don't want no problem, but if he want it
He could get it, they forget you
I can't even trust that boy no more, y'all know it's give and go
I can't even call my mom, no more, she kicked me out that door
I was in the field, you know my brothers, you could check the score
They know I ain't in no shit no more, I'll do it on my own
Tuh, I'd rather die than hear your opinions
Strike One, kill a nigga, who the fuck you're kidding
Ain't no double agent, but I'm really on a mission
Gotta make sure he gone, gotta make sure that he ain't geeking
Jack, Huh, huh, huh, uh
I been alone, since I was a Jit, I was breaking into stores
Made it out the hood, now I can't throw up these 4's
Shoutout to Young Blanca, got me making all this dough
Huh, huh, man what
Y'all nigga tell me what's up, what's going on
Y'all niggas know what time I'm on, huh
Don't go that way though
Say what's going on, y'all know it's been going on
Strike One. You don't wanna go down there, it's not fun
Strike Two. Bitch now don't you tell me, what you gon do
Strike Three. If I catch a body, they gon free him
Strike Four. I know my boy Jesus got that envelope
They forgive you, can't forget you
I Got Prescription
Grab Prescription
On that mission, Blanca
Jack



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Writer(s): Cassius Black
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