f/ Strick

[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 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