Just a Friendly Game of Baseball (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aww sh*t, 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'mma be ready with a wild pitch
My finger got a bad twitch, plus I wanna switch
Side, and step up to the batter's box
f*ck red and white, I got on Black Sox
But let 'em shoot a person from the White Sox
What's the call? Foul ball!
Babe Ruth 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

[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 'em 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
Hmm, and got the nerve to complain
They need to get themselves a front row seat
Or save the baseline for a beat
'Cause Helevision just ain't designed for precision, y'all
It's just a friendly game of baseball
[Verse 3]
A kid caught on, but I don't know where the brother went
The umpires are the government
I guess they took 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 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