[Lil Wayne]

I got popped in 94' them people caught me with some coke

But I pleaded as a user so the judge let me go

Now I'm back on the streets with six months of probation

Can't go out the state so I can't take no vacation

Got to watch my conversation cause them people a fool

Got to be in before 11 and I can't miss school

But I was talkin to that nigga sammy

Tryin to see how I'm a get these 20 bricks from miami

On a chip phone so I'm thinking they aint tracin mine

Two days later I'm in that place facing 99

But slim and baby bought a laywer for a half a mil'

And he kept fightin and he got me out appeal

My niggas real

So I know I got to play it light

I gotta watch what I do cause I'm on my second strike

But if I ever fall agian I'm history

So I'm a keep everything low so they cant get to me

3 strikes nigga



[Chorus]

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues



[Turk]

Look

If they pop you nigga fo sho you goin ride

The judge aint playin they givin you 99

They dont giva fuck who you is they dont descriminate

Come up with a decision there it is closed case

Aint nothing you can do nigga you goin do that time

Take it like a man dont cry you done the crime

Seen a lot a niggas fall short like that

I done seen a lot a niggas run through cuts with a gat

I done seen a lot a niggas get they wig pushed back

I done seen a lot a niggas get busted for crack

Not me cuzin as long as I'm with CMB cuzin

Got my mind straight I'm no longer on that D cuzin

So tell me how I'm a do wrong I'm doing right

You feds can't fuck with me cause I'm doing right

So you can take all the bitches you want

You can play numba down you cant stop me



[Chorus]

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues



[B.G.]

I know any day it can happen go to jail or get killed

Thats why I try to walk light but on the streets its too real

I just had a lil girl so hard I try to chill

But I still find my self on the block chasin the mil

Ask the lord to guide me right keep my mind of bad

Got this monkey ride my back tellin me to a bad

Got a judge front a nigga tryin to send me away

Cause I got my second gun charge possesion of a A-K

Now I'm due for sometime 15 with a bail

But I refuse to take that cause I'll never get well

But I promise if the lord hold me from under this

Aint got to worry about me coming back for shit

Never thought when I get older they would offer me 10

I was waiting for my uncle come home looking like I would meet him in the pin

I aint let em worry me real is what ive been

Now I'm on my third strike but I'm a hit the streets agian



[Chorus]

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues



[Juvenile]

What in the fuck you mean I got an attachment

They got crooks out here bitch harrass them

I used to pull it all I used to sell dope

I used to whip hoes I used to snort coke

I used to shoot at niggas I used to steal cars

I used to start wars up in that 3rd ward

I used to disrespect old people and talk crazy

Untill a nigga got his mind right and met baby

Im pushin neener neener

Light on my pinkey finger

Motherfuck a sapena

Cause I'm a rap singer

Dont want no charges

Even though I got a stash in my garages

You bitches looking at me as if I am retarded

But you can never twist me up with all that war shit

Whodi you heard me

You bitch now you want to make sure that I'm gone

Away from my kids reposes my cars and my home

thats what you want



[Chorus]

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues

3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose

3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues