Plot
Charismatic if not-so-bright Houston vigilante Hardball experiences a personal awakening when he learns the 'good guy' cops he 'assists' are actually covering for an international sex slavery ring operating out of Houston's ship channel. Hardball's failed attempt to help one hapless slave incurs the ire of both the Russian mafia and their Houston client, the cunning gangster 'Fat Tiger'. When the gangsters harm Hardball's neighbors as a warning, he and his old war buddy, 'Crazy Tony', vow to save the girls and defeat the bad guys. Complicating matters, the Russian Mafia assassin sent to finish Hardball has plans of his own.
Professor 'Crazy' Tony: I don't believe you read that anywhere. Asians aren't more statistically likely to commit crimes than anyone else. On the other hand, ex-Russian sex slaves do make great lab assistants.
Hardball: So how's school treating you?::Professor 'Crazy' Tony: Good! Really good, actually! My students are helping me build an arm mounted cannon that shoots glass pellets. And they're full of acid.::Hardball: What class is that for?::Professor 'Crazy' Tony: English lit.
Fat Tiger: Don't forget. Fat Tiger has sharp claws!
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Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne, is an American rapper. At the age of nine, Lil Wayne joined Cash Money Records as the youngest member of the label, and half of the duo, The B.G.'z, with B.G.. In 1997, Lil Wayne joined the group Hot Boys, which also included rappers Juvenile, B.G., and Young Turk. Hot Boys debuted with Get It How U Live! that year. Lil Wayne gained most of his success with the group's major selling album Guerrilla Warfare, released in 1999. Also in 1999, Lil Wayne released his Platinum debut album Tha Block Is Hot, selling over one million copies in the U.S.
Although his next two albums Lights Out (2000) and 500 Degreez (2002) were not as successful (only reaching Gold status), Lil Wayne reached higher popularity in 2004 with Tha Carter, which included the single "Go D.J." Wayne also appeared on the Destiny's Child top ten single "Soldier" that year. In 2005, the sequel to Tha Carter, Tha Carter II, was released. In 2006 and 2007, Lil Wayne released several mixtapes and appeared on several popular rap and R&B singles. His most successful album, Tha Carter III, was released in 2008 and sold over 1 million copies in the U.S. its first week of release. It included the number-one single "Lollipop" featuring Static Major. It also includes the singles "A Milli" and "Got Money" featuring T-Pain and won the Grammy Award for Best Rap Album.
Zane Copeland, Jr. (born July 11, 1982), better known as Zane (formerly Lil' Zane before 2003), is a rapper born in Yonkers, New York and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. He is best known for his debut album Young World: The Future, released in 2000, which featured the single "Callin' Me" featuring 112.
At age 10, Zane was inspired by Another Bad Creation and Kris Kross, & he got more serious about his eventual career and started rehearsing with his cousin. A year later, he began entering local Atlanta talent shows. He then started touring with 112 while recording his debut album.
In 2000 Lil' Zane released his debut album Young World: The Future which featured his smash single "Callin Me". In 2001 he made appearance on the Hardball (soundtrack) on the track of the same name with Bow Wow, Lil Wayne & Sammie.
In 2005-2007 Zane was working on his third album, Tha Return. The album was released on February 26, 2008. He also attended St. Andrew's university college during that time period.
In 2010 he made special appearance at the 10 year aniversery of 106 & Park in Los Angeles with Ray J and Tony Marsley also known as "AK". He announced he was releasing a mixtape entitled The Missing Link and a new single entitled Put It In My Lap. In May 2010 he added a new edition, a baby girl name "Nina"
Arsalan Iftikhar (born September 1, 1977 in Norfolk, Virginia) is an American international human rights lawyer, global media commentator and author of the book Islamic Pacifism: Global Muslims in the Post-Osama Era. Arsalan is the founder of www.TheMuslimGuy.com and also a regular weekly commentator for the National Public Radio (NPR) show "Tell Me More" with Michel Martin. In addition to published columns and articles worldwide, he is also a regular contributing writer for CNN.com and Esquire Magazine (Middle East edition).
Arsalan Iftikhar is an international human rights lawyer of Pakistani descent and Contributing Editor for Islamica magazine, a contemporary global affairs magazine headquartered in Los Angeles and with editorial offices in London, Amman and Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Arsalan is a contributing writer for DiversityInc magazine and a regular weekly contributor on the Barbershop segment for the National Public Radio (NPR) show ‘Tell Me More’ with Michel Martin. Arsalan is also the former National Legal Director of the Council on American Islamic Relations (CAIR).
Christopher John "Chris" Matthews (born December 17, 1945) is an American news anchor and political commentator known for his nightly hour-long talk show, Hardball with Chris Matthews, which is televised on the American cable television channel MSNBC. On weekends he hosts the syndicated NBC News–produced panel discussion program The Chris Matthews Show. Matthews makes frequent appearances on many other NBC and MSNBC programs. On March 22, 2009, Matthews renewed the contract for Hardball with Chris Matthews through 2012.
Matthews was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, to Irish American parents and is a Roman Catholic. He attended La Salle College High School. He is a 1967 graduate of the College of the Holy Cross in Worcester, Massachusetts, and did graduate work in economics at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
Matthews served in the United States Peace Corps in Swaziland from 1968 to 1970 as a trade development adviser.
When Matthews first arrived in Washington, D.C., he worked as a police officer with the United States Capitol Police. Subsequently, he served on the staffs of four Democratic members of Congress, including Senators Frank Moss and Edmund Muskie. In 1974, he mounted an unsuccessful campaign for Pennsylvania's 4th congressional district seat in the U.S. House of Representatives in which he received about 24% of the vote in the primary. Matthews was a presidential speechwriter during the Carter administration and later worked for six years as a top aide to longtime Speaker of the House of Representatives Tip O'Neill, playing a direct role in many key political battles with the Reagan administration.
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
Cause they know I'm the only tight for dogs
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any high steep
And break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see going on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
Cause I don't lose too much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playing Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwing eggs at them chicken heads, banging on the curb
I left 'em a word, I'm fast ballen with a curb
Happy sliding home, telling them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false
And what's true, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGuire
That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all going come home
And our fans cheers us, cause they know what the drill going
Out of the field and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my tongue out play the game over
Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy, Rodregous
You know I'm getting you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
And I keep the chrome bat swinging, swinging that iron
Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm riding the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you life in the streets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searching for some bitch ain't nothing here, baby
Catch me throwing an eighty in the latest Bentley
Going out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Does hip-hop flies are knocking up, out the park
And after the game we gone meet up after dark
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
Out Of The Woodwork, Here You Come, Crawling
On Your Knees, Hands Out, I Think You Missed Your Calling
You Want A Percentage, Imaginary Piece Of The Pie
Take A Number, Get In Line, Asshole, Nice Try
Cause We're Playing Hard Ball
Now We're Playing Hard Ball
You Threaten Lawyers
Go Ahead And Call
Sounds Like Fun
Cause We're Playing Hard Ball
Now We're Playing Hard Ball
Now We're Playing Hard Ball
Now We're Playing, Now We're Playing, Hard Ball
Now We're Playing, Now We're Playing, Hard Ball
You Want To Play With Us? Well, Step Up To The Plate
The Bases Are Loaded And We Tire Of The Wait
I'd Love To Go To Court Just To See You Fail
And End Your Pathetic Attempts At Extortion And Blackmail
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
Cuz they know I'm the only tight for dogs
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any high steep
And break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
Cuz I don't know loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffin, I keep 'em to the wall
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin the pop
Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb
I left 'em a word, I'm fast ballen with a curb
Happy slidin home, tellin them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin was false
And what's true, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGregor
That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all goin come home
And our fans cheers us, cuz they know what the drill goin
Out of the field and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my tounge out play the game over
Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy, Rodregous
You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
And I keep the crown bat swingin, swingin that at iron
Pitch on the block like monaural
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm ridin the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you life in the streets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothin here, baby
Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley
Goin out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Does hip-hop flyies are knockin up, out the park
And after the game we gone meet up after dark
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
Out Of The Woodwork, Here You Come, Crawling
On Your Knees, Hands Out, I Think You Missed Your Calling
You Want A Percentage, Imaginary Piece Of The Pie
Take A Number, Get In Line, Asshole, Nice Try
Cause We're Playing Hard Ball
Now We're Playing Hard Ball
You Threaten Lawyers
Go Ahead And Call
Sounds Like Fun
Cause We're Playing Hard Ball
Now We're Playing Hard Ball
Now We're Playing Hard Ball
Now We're Playing, Now We're Playing, Hard Ball
Now We're Playing, Now We're Playing, Hard Ball
You Want To Play With Us? Well, Step Up To The Plate
The Bases Are Loaded And We Tire Of The Wait
I'd Love To Go To Court Just To See You Fail
And End Your Pathetic Attempts At Extortion And Blackmail
Lyrics: Brecht
[Jermaine Dupri]
Throw me the ball and watch what I do with it,
Aha uh, we got Bow Wow in the house,
My man Lil' Zane, hah Lil' Wayne,
Sammie can't touch me.
[Chorus - Sammie & Lil' Bow Wow]
Strike one, caught you by suprise,
Strike two (uhhuh), right before your eyes,
(Uh) It's three, this one's to the wall,
Ain't no fun like a game of hardball. (Oh, oh, soo soo dance)
[Verse 1 - Lil' Bow wow]
When I step to the point that I feel gets back,
But they know I'm the over the wall type of dog,
So many back the back is they call me Lil' Sammie's show so,
Number one carter all the posters,
God know I rescue when it's time to compete,
On the field on the court over any hot beat,
The great, and you know it when you see your clone,
And right now lets hope let's see goin' on,
I'll aby, game time all I think about is bringing home the trophy,
If your team's better than mine,
You really got to show me,
Really got to beat me, really got to trash talk,
Misstreat me and send my squad back home,
Cause I don't lose too much,
Matter fact I ain't never lost at all,
When I'm playin' Hardball,
So if you want the man about to pitch to me,
Understand I'm like Griffy, I keep em' to the wall.
[Chorus - Sammie & Lil' Bow Wow]
Strike one, caught you by suprise,
Strike two (bom), right before your eyes,
Strike three, oww I got you out, (uh huh)
Without a doubt, I got you out. (uh)
Strike one, caught you by suprise,
Strike two (c'mon), right before your eyes,
It's three (yaw), this one's to the wall,
Ain't no fun like a game of hardball.
[Verse 2 - Lil' Zane]
Zane, this goes out jocks that stand on my jock,
Doin' the pop, keep pitchin' I'm in the kitchen makin' ready to rock,
It's just a leap of fur, I'll be choosy with all my words,
Throwin' eggs at them chicken heads beggin' on the curb,
Wrap up the bird, a fast ball and with a curve,
Have em' slidin' home, tellin' to freze this in the dirty,
Showin' you hurt, Who I'm doin' and what I'm doin' ,
What's fox and what's chewin' and ah, girl listen,
When it comes to this standin' call me Zane Mcguad,
The other kid was just a monk, so I made him retire,
See we all got a pase and we hold our own,
But when I, come up to back we gon' all come on,
When the fans cheer us on, they know it the drill,
Is goin' I did it feel into your automobil,
Then I hope it hit a range oh,
But I just pitch a change oh,
I'm in the dug I hold my tounge out play your game on.
[Chorus - Sammie & Lil' Bow Wow]
Strike one, caught you by suprise,
Strike two (Yeah), right before your eyes,
(Uh) Strike three, oww I got you out,
Without a doubt, I got you out.
Strike one,(yeah, yeah) caught you by suprise,
Strike two, right before your eyes,
It's three (yaw), this one's to the wall, (Yeah, yeah, win it, win, holla!)
Ain't no fun like a game of hardball.
[Verse 3 - Lil' Wayne]
They call me yo Rizzie Roadregus,
You know I'm gettin' it hot,
Eat em', can you dig you know,
And I keep the crunk pass,
Swingin', swingin' the iron,
Kid tryna block like known it Ryan,
Too bad for tv you see me in right in the streets,
Im a hustler people my life's in the street,
Watch the game, get your wife in the sheets,
My watch, my chain and the tea pot,
That way I would never cheap talk,
And I call my lil sweatheart she call me sweat daddy,
And she gladly, rub the way the daddy baddy,
Yeah baby, weezer, weezer, play baby,
And I'ma shove baby, so if you searchin' for somthin' nothin' here baby
Catch me doin' net 80 and young ladies bently,
Goin' out and weezin' never hear foul, or hot guy,
Don't hit pop flys I knockin' about the punk,
And after the game's over, we gon' be there after dark.
[Chorus - Sammie & Lil' Bow Wow)
Strike one (c'mon}, caught you by suprise,
Strike two, right before your eyes, (yeah)
Strike three, oww I got you out, (not me)
Without a doubt (uh huh), I got you out.
Strike one (yeah), caught you by suprise, (uh)
Strike two, right before your eyes,
It's three (yeah), this one's to the wall, (that's right)
Ain't no fun like a game of hardball.
Strike one, caught you by suprise, (Lil' Bow Wow)
Strike two, right before your eyes (Lil' Zane)
Strike three, oww (Lil' Wane) I got you out,
Without (Lil' Sammie) a doubt I got you out. (The lil rascals)
Strike one, caught you by suprise, (And me)
Strike two, right before your eyes, (Yeah I know my name)
It's three, this ones to the wall, (Yeah, uh huh uh)
Ain't no fun like a game of hardball. (Yeah)
[Jermaine Dupri]
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane,huh, Lil' Wayne
Sammie sang to me
[Sammie]
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one’s to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
(Lil' Bow Wow)
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
Cuz they know I'm the over the wall type of dog (aha)
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammy Sosa
Bubble gum cards, and all of the posters
Y'all know how I roast ya when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any hot beat, or break
And you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better than mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, to send my squad back home
Cuz I don't loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
[Lil' Zane]
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin' the pop
Keep pithcin', I'm in the kitchen makin' radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, beggin on the curb
Direct from my burb, a fast baller with a curve
Have her slidin' home, tellin' her friends just in the third
I'm sure ya done heard, who I'm doin' and what I'm doin'
What's false and what's true (girl listen)
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGwire
That other kid was just a Mark so I made him retire
See we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I, come up to bat we will come home
And our fans cheer us on cause the know what the drill is
Goin', out of the fields into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover that you spent your change over
I'm in the dugout with my tounge out playing game over
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They call me Wheezy Rodriguez
You know I'm gettin' it hot as the bullet that killed Kennedy, y'know
And I keep the chrome bat swingin', swingin' that iron
Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
Too bad for TV, you won't see me when I'm right in the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get your wife in the sheets
My watch, my chain and my teeth cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call mommy sweetheart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy bat it, yeah baby
Wheezy Wheez a player baby, and I don't share baby
So if you're searching for some pussy ain't nothin' here baby
Catch me throwin' an eighty in the latest Bently, goin' out
And Wheezy never hit a foul, a hot guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the game's over we gon' meet up after dark
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
[Jermaine Dupri]
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
Cuz they know I'm the only tight for dogs
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any high steep
And break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
Cuz I don't know loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffin, I keep 'em to the wall
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin the pop
Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb
I left 'em a word, I'm fast ballen with a curb
Happy slidin home, tellin them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin was false
And what's true, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGregor
That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all goin come home
And our fans cheers us, cuz they know what the drill goin
Out of the field and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my tounge out play the game over
Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy, Rodregous
You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
And I keep the crown bat swingin, swingin that at iron
Pitch on the block like monaural
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm ridin the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you life in the streets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothin here, baby
Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley
Goin out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Does hip-hop flyies are knockin up, out the park
And after the game we gone meet up after dark
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
When I was a kid I learned a lesson from another brother
Older than myself a lesson later that helped
It was a fundamental lesson in the rules of life we're living
Giving me the power later on to help myself
Sometimes you gotta learn the hardest way there is to learn
Can't teach a young man any faster said the master to the hopper
So I do the best I can see this life and understand
This life I lead just like my poppa said
I'm playing hardball
And that's straight down the middle
And straight down the line
So if you're gonna play the game of life son
You better play hardball
I’m up at the crack of dawn. I put my uniform on.
I’m catching the bus without a fuss while I’m sportin’ a yawn.
I get to work late. I’m not feelin’ too great
’Cause irritated and berated are my boss’ best traits.
He says for me to wash the store, sweep and mop the floor.
Do the dishes grant my wishes or you work here no more.
I get minimum wage, I feel I’m trapped in a cage
But I can’t survive or stay alive without gettin’ paid.
My boss’ name is hakheem. I’m not saying he’s mean
But if you’re leanin you’re cleanin until your hands turn green.
I knew a man named Jake. The crap he couldn’t take.
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do wit it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sing to me
[Chorus 1: (Sammie)]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
[Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow]
When I step to the plate the outfield gets back (back)
Cuz they know I'm the over-the-wall type of dog
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, cards, and all the posters
Y'all know i'd roast you when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any high beat
And break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team's better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
Cuz I don't lose too much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound bout to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
[Verse 2: Lil' Zane]
This goes out to them jocks that stand on my jock, throwin the pop
Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin ready to rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, beggin on the curb
I left 'em a word, a fast baller with a curb
Happy slidin home, tellin them friends it's in the third
Sure ya heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin what's false
And what's true and uh, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGuire
That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we can all come home
And our fans cheers us on, cuz they know what the drill it's goin
Out of the field and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dugout with my tounge out play a game over
[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Weezy, Rodriguez
You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kendrick, and i think ya know
And I keep the chrome bat swingin, slingin that at iron
Pitch on the block like Nola Ryant
Too bad for TV, you won't see me I'm right in the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get your wife in the sheets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth
Cause that way I will never cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweet heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, love the way that daddy batted, yeah baby
Weezy Wee playa baby, and I don't share baby
So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothin here, baby
Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley
Goin out, and Weezy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Dont hip-hop flys are knockin up, out the park
And after the game we gone be out after dark
[Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
The Little Rascals, and me: y'all know my name
Throw me the ball and watch what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, huh, Lil' Wayne
Sammie sang to me
(Sammie)
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
(Lil' Bow Wow)
When I step to the plate the outfield gets back (back)
Cuz they know I'm the over the wall type of dog
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammy Sosa
Bubble gum cards, and all of the posters
Y'all know how I roast ya when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any hot beat or break
And you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better than mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, to send my squad back home
Cuz I don't loose too much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
(Sammie)
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
(Lil' Zane)
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin' the pop
Keep pithcin', I'm in the kitchen makin' radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, beggin on the curb
Direct from my blurb, a fast baller with a curve
Have her slidin' home, tellin' her friends just in the third
I'm sure ya done heard, who I'm doin' and what I'm doin'
What's false and what's true an... girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGwire
That other kid was just a Mark so I made him retire
See we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I, come up to bat we gonna all come home
And our fans cheer us on cause the know what the drill is
Goin', out of the fields into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover that you spent your change over
I'm in the dugout with my tounge out playing game over
(Sammie)
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
(Lil' Wayne)
Listen, listen, listen
They call me Wheezy Rodriguez
You know I'm gettin' it hot as the bullet that killed Kennedy, y'know
And I keep the chrome bat swingin', swingin' that iron
Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
Too bad for TV, you won't see me when I'm right in the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get your wife in the sheets
My watch, my chain and my teeth cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call mommy sweetheart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy bat it, yeah baby
Wheezy Wheez a player baby, and I don't share baby
So if you're searching for some pussy ain't nothin' here baby
Catch me throwin' an eighty in the latest Bently, goin' out
And Wheezy never hit a foul, a hot guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the game's over we gon' meet up after dark
(Sammie)
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie