Main Source — Just A Friendly Game Of Baseball

[Verse 1] Aw, 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 socks 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 shootin' me, I'm goin' out shootin' 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 [Chorus] Shoot a Black man to death They just shoot a Black man to death [Verse 2] 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 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 And his excuses get lamer Once a brother tried to take a lead 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-evision just ain't designed for precision, y'all It's just a friendly game of baseball [Chorus] They just shoot a Black man to death They just shoot a Black man to death [Interlude] Foolin', ain't you? This ain't America, is it? Where can I be? This ain't America, is it? (Shut up) [Verse 3] A kid caught on, but I don't know where the brother went The umpires are 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 ya speak and battle Like the other kids, you won't be playin' 'Cause they'll beat you 'til your ass drop A walking gun with a shell in his hand is their mascot When you run around let it be noted 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 [Outro] You low-lifes, you take that and that, and that I'm here to protect and serve and that's exactly what I'm gonna do