{*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