3 Strikes Lyrics - Hot Boys

[Lil Wayne] 

I got popped in 94' them people caught me with some coke 

But I pleaded as a user so the judge let me go 

Now I'm back on the streets with six months of probation 

Can't go out the state so I can't take no vacation 

Got to watch my conversation cause them people a fool 

Got to be in before 11 and I can't miss school 

But I was talkin to that nigga sammy 

Tryin to see how I'm a get these 20 bricks from miami 

On a chip phone so I'm thinking they aint tracin mine 

Two days later I'm in that place facing 99 

But slim and baby bought a laywer for a half a mil' 

And he kept fightin and he got me out appeal 

My niggas real 

So I know I got to play it light 

I gotta watch what I do cause I'm on my second strike 

But if I ever fall agian I'm history 

So I'm a keep everything low so they cant get to me 

3 strikes nigga 

[Chorus] 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

[Turk] 

Look 

If they pop you nigga fo sho you goin ride 

The judge aint playin they givin you 99 

They dont giva fuck who you is they dont descriminate 

Come up with a decision there it is closed case 

Aint nothing you can do nigga you goin do that time 

Take it like a man dont cry you done the crime 

Seen a lot a niggas fall short like that 

I done seen a lot a niggas run through cuts with a gat 

I done seen a lot a niggas get they wig pushed back 

I done seen a lot a niggas get busted for crack 

Not me 'causein as long as I'm with CMB 'causein 

Got my mind straight I'm no longer on that D 'causein 

So tell me how I'm a do wrong I'm doing right 

You feds can't fuck with me cause I'm doing right 

So you can take all the bitches you want 

You can play numba down you cant stop me 

[Chorus] 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

[B.G.] 

I know any day it can happen go to jail or get killed 

Thats why I try to walk light but on the streets its too real 

I just had a lil girl so hard I try to chill 

But I still find my self on the block chasin the mil 

Ask the lord to guide me right keep my mind of bad 

Got this monkey ride my back tellin me to a bad 

Got a judge front a nigga tryin to send me away 

Cause I got my second gun charge possesion of a A-K 

Now I'm due for sometime 15 with a bail 

But I refuse to take that cause I'll never get well 

But I promise if the lord hold me from under this 

Aint got to worry about me coming back for shit 

Never thought when I get older they would offer me 10 

I was waiting for my uncle come home looking like I would meet him in the pin 

I aint let em worry me real is what ive been 

Now I'm on my third strike but I'm a hit the streets agian 

[Chorus] 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

[Juvenile] 

What in the fuck you mean I got an attachment 

They got crooks out here bitch harrass them 

I used to pull it all I used to sell dope 

I used to whip hoes I used to snort coke 

I used to shoot at niggas I used to steal cars 

I used to start wars up in that 3rd ward 

I used to disrespect old people and talk crazy 

Untill a nigga got his mind right and met baby 

Im pushin neener neener 

Light on my pinkey finger 

Motherfuck a sapena 

Cause I'm a rap singer 

Dont want no charges 

Even though I got a stash in my garages 

You bitches looking at me as if I am retarded 

But you can never twist me up with all that war shit 

Whodi you heard me 

You bitch now you want to make sure that I'm gone 

Away from my kids reposes my cars and my home 

thats what you want 

[Chorus] 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues