I'm about to take this beat, and teach you 'bout the agony of defeat.
in this football game in the street.
And no it ain't two hand touch, it's rough tackle.
When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you.
The fields' fill of players, and they all tryin' to score.
The whole team sits on the bench in the down pour.
'Cause no matter the weather, the game don't stop.
Competin with other teams, that reign on top.
Your offense gotta be cats with no conscious.
No nonsense niggas, with no options.
That know how to carry that rock.
make the hand-off, and run off the block.
It's hard to get first down, when your new in this rough town.
You sell a pound its a TOUCHDOWN!.
And niggas see the pigskin? They blast cops.
Some federal agents dressed as mascots.
Niggas hold weight, but it's not for liftin'.
The only white lines is the ones niggas sniffin'.
I know it sounds a bit different, the only quarter is a quarter key.
if that ain't a penalty, it oughta be.
And the concession stand is so sick.
Servin' you the cat, rat and dog on a stick.
But if you ask why somebody got slain.
Yo, it's just an unfriendly game.
[Chorus: Masta Ace, Strick, (Announcer)].
The game don't stop, cats keep playin'.
Some got hit hard and wound up layin'.
out in the field but the fans keep payin'.
Understand what I'm sayin'?.
It's just an Unfriendly Game.
(This ain't America is it?).
(This ain't America is it? Where can I be).
Yo, aiyyo it's Monday night, we on some watch the game s***t.
But I can go outside and still see the same s***t.
'Cause look, there's a bunch of niggas in a huddle (look).
Looks like they callin' the play, come in kids, don't be all in the way.
'Cause that's Pookie, he the f***' quarterback.
'Cause he like to use the shotgun, if he don't I know he got one.
And that's Budda he the f***' runnin' back.
'Cause he always say he gon' quit, and he always wind up runnin' back.
The rest of them? I'll just say they play the line.
'Cause they like to protect Pookie, and Pookie make them stay in line.
And if they make a wrong move they penalized.
Not by the referee, but by Pookie brother Jeffery.
And Jeff don't touch s***t, he sit and watch (yup).
oversees the whole block, from his own private luxury box.
He's the one that makes the deals happen.
Smokin' big cigars, while his stars are in the field scrappin'.
But tonight the line of scrimmage got penetrated.
The block got raided, and everybody got traded.
Now they wearin' stripes in a pen, guess that's how the game go.
Nigga you don't know? Highlights at 10.
Wednesday police arrested 12 men in a downtown drug raid.
The cartel known on the streets as the "Sharks" was transporting.
large amounts of m********a in shipments of little leauge football.
There's a new team in from outta town.
What's the sound? (Gun shot) OUTTA BOUNCE!.
And the front line niggas stay ready for the blitz sonny.
So you won't make a sack of money.
And every now and then, somebody drops the ball.
And the next team, be right there to take it all.
Now somebody new is tryin' to make a score in your territory.
It's the same old story.
And if you want your corner back you better wear a vest.
just in case, you gotta pull at bullet to the chest.
Believe me, that s***t can be a hum-dinger.
'cause every quarterback in this league is a gunslinger.
The half-time show's kinda ill.
Hood rat bitches dancin to Dru Hill (ahhhh..).
Another nigga down and out.
A crackhead with no name yo.
It's just an unfriendly game.