Unfriendly Game

[Verse 1: Masta Ace] 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 bust at you The field's full of players, and they all trying to score The whole team sits on the bench in the down pour Cause no matter the weather, the game don't stop Competing with other teams, that reign on top Your offense gotta be cats with no conscience 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 So federal agents dress as mascots Niggas hold weight but it's not for lifting The only white lines is the ones niggas sniffing I know it sounds a bit different, the only quarter is a quarter ki If that ain't a penalty, it oughta be And the concession stand is so sick Serving 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] The game don't stop, cats keep playing Some got hit hard and wound up laying Out in the field but the fans keep paying Understand what I'm saying It's just an Unfriendly Game This ain't America is it This ain't America is it Where can I be [Verse 2: Strick] Yo, a'yo it's Monday night We on some watch the game shit But I can go outside and still see the same shit Cause look, there's a bunch of niggas in a huddle Looks like they calling the play Come on kids, don't be all in the way Cause that's Pookie, he the fucking quarterback Cause he like to use the shotgun if he don't I know he got one And that's Budda he the fucking running back Cause he always say he gone quit And he always wind up running 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 shit, he sit and watch Oversees the whole block, from his own private luxury box He the one that makes the deals happen Smoking big cigars while his stars are in the field scrapping But tonight the line of scrimmage got penetrated The block got raided, and everybody got traded Now they wearing stripes in a pen Guess that's how the game go Nigga, you don't know? Highlights at 10 [Interlude: Reporter] Wednesday police arrested 12 men in a downtown drug raid The cartel known on the streets as the Sharks Was transporting large amounts of marijuana In shipments of little league football equipment [Verse 3: Masta Ace] There's a new team in from out of town What's the sound Out of bounds 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 trying 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 catch a bullet to the chest Believe me that shit can be a humdinger Cause every quarterback in this league's a gunslinger The half-time show's kinda ill Hood-rat bitches dancing to Dru Hill Another nigga down and out A crackhead with no name, yo It's just an unfriendly game [Chorus: Masta Ace & Strick] The game don't stop, cats keep playing Some got hit hard and wound up laying Out in the field but the fans keep paying Understand what I'm saying It's just an Unfriendly Game This ain't America is it This ain't America is it Where can I be [Outro]