Masta Ace - Unfriendly Game lyrics

(feat. 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 n***as 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 n***as, 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 n***as see the pigskin? They blast cops Some federal agents dressed as mascots n***as hold weight, but it's not for liftin' The only white lines is the ones n***as 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 fans keep payin' Understand what I'm sayin'? It's just an Unfriendly Game (This ain't America is it?) (This ain't America is it? Where can I be) [Strick] Yo, aiyyo it's Monday night, we on some watch the game sh** But I can go outside and still see the same sh** 'Cause look, there's a bunch of n***as in a huddle (look) Looks like they callin' the play, come in kids, don't be all in the way 'Cause that's Pookie, he the f**in' quarterback 'Cause he like to use the shotgun, if he don't I know he got one And that's Budda he the f**in' runnin' back 'Cause he always say he gon' quit, and he always wind up runnin' 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 sh**, he sit and watch (yup) Oversees the whole block, from his own private luxury box He's the one that makes the deals happen Smokin' big cigars, while his stars are in the field scrappin' But tonight the line of scrimmage got penetrated The block got raided, and everybody got traded Now they wearin' stripes in a pen, guess that's how the game go n***a you don't know? Highlights at 10 [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 leauge football Equipment. [Masta Ace] There's a new team in from outta town What's the sound? (Gun shot) OUTTA BOUNCE! And the front line n***as 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 tryin' 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 pull at bullet to the chest Believe me, that sh** can be a hum-dinger 'cause every quarterback in this league is a gunslinger The half-time show's kinda ill Hood rat b**hes dancin to Dru Hill (ahhhh...) Another n***a down and out A crackhead with no name yo It's just an unfriendly game [Chorus]