Verse One:

[blam] 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'm on the switch

side and step up to the batter's box

Fuck red and white, I got on Black Sox

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 gettin me I'm goin out gettin them

And let em cough up blood like phlegm

It's grim [blam blam] 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

Verse Two:

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

[blam] 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

Hmm, and got the nerve to c