Three strikes you in

One mo' strike and I'm through, nigga Bottom of the ninth swingin, for my life I'm up at the plate, goin for the gate They got my moms seated in section eight Been on deck since my last felony I'm that 0 for 2 mothafucka With the Louisville Slugger Shay Whitie, that left hand punk is on the mound and he comin wit dat off-speed junk Its the Westside Hustlaz, vs these LA Pigs You can say the damned vs the nigs My little homies in the dugout They lookin' sad, cuz fourteen niggas done struck-out My first offense was possession of weed Now I'm in the major leagues and that mothafucka Bill Clinton-is a son of a bitch had the nerve to throw out the first pitch I'm just tryin' to get rich like Trump The Home Run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk How the fuck can I stay out the pen When its one-two-three strikes you in