Just a Friendly Game of Baseball (Remix)

Aww shit, 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 wanna switch

Sides, and step up to the batter's box

Fuck red and white, I got on Black Sox

But let 'em shoot a person from the White Sox

What's the call? Foul ball!

Beowulf would've 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

They would shoot a black man to death

They would shoot a black man to death

R.B.I., 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 you 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

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

Hm, and got the nerve to complain

They need to get themselves a front row seat

Or save the baseline for a beat

'Cause Hell-o-vision just ain't designed for precision, y'all

It's just a friendly game of baseball

They would shoot a black man to death

They would shoot a black man to death

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

The umpire's on the government

I guess they kicked him out the game

And replaced 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 you speakin' bad

Or like the other kid, you won't be playin'

'Cause they'll beat you 'til your ass drop

A walkin' 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 carryin' 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

They would shoot a black man to death

They would shoot a black man to death

They would shoot a black man to death

They would shoot a black man to death