{*whispered*}   Love me.. give me love..   Give me love food..   Give me love, so that I can.. kill..   Give me love, because I can.. kill..   He's not real.. (the devil) and she must die..   Die.. (he is the son of man, he is the son of God)   {*beat drowns out whispered vocals*}      [king tee]   Three strike you're out they're makin niggaz behave   No more slaps on the wrist gettin 90 days   Welcome to the next level, it's the new world order   Snatch ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter   I put that on my moms, that's on everything I love   Nigga what? catch a l, make you cry like a dove   So sucka free is the only way for me   You don't get paid just for bein o.g.   We've been had, we've been tricked, we've been played   Right when we, went left, for what? we shoulda stayed   Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business   Rushed 'em with the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness   Tried to save his life, give him cpr, huh   Somethin for the lungs, fat african drums   So clear up your sinus and keep your nose clean   Khakis so hot it makes the one-time stop      [chorus]   Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays   We in the cage, black man is bein slayed   Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays   We in the cage, black man is bein slayed      [king tee]   Get with the lyrical miracle whippin up   Gingerbread cookies out you rookies, huh   I can't stands no more, grab the floor   Hit the deck when I let loose the tec (c'mon)   'nique, freak any beat nigga   Westside 106 (? ) street, uhh   The loco's, chocolate like cocoa   Get your punk-ass balled up in the trash (ahh!)   You stepped on my stars, motherfucker say sorry   This wild style's like lion country safari   This is for my loc's back at the ponderosa   Check my file, bring it to trial   Get with that new, ninety-fo' shit   Yes it's funky like a jackass, don't even trip   I got pages and pages of metaphoric phrases   Too complex for the human eye to catch   It's the, gangsta boogie, do you want a example   Or do you just wanna taste a sample?    Out of control, gone, warped, zoned, toned   Hand me the heater, I need the speakers   Sparks, flames, no name but peep game   Smoke like a choo-choo train   It's the criminal minded nigga king tee   With the westside riders, comin creepin crawlin like spiders   We've been bit by the dog, call the catcher stretcher   Judge fletcher betcha, raise your blood pressure   The unsolved mystery, mixed up our history   Put us in the twist, we no longer exist, like   .. dinosaurs dissapeared, then it's like   .. mine and yours dissapear, so it's like   Servin soon, here comes your doom   Right when the world go ka-boom, so am i   Sane, or, sick in the brain?    Or do everybody style sound the same? (yep)      [chorus] - 2x      [outro]   Yeahh... beat terrorist.. (? )   Tr, the funk ignitor   My nigga king tee with the funky west shit right?    Check this out..   Beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, (? )