I writes rhymes for rehearsal
but first chill
I gotta little story to tell ya
how I almost caught a
bad one
add one to the list of 2,000 and 1
stupid things to do
I had crew when they stepped at a party
hardly even known I own a Smith & Wesson
but it`s resting at home
in a shoe box
they see crews jock
so they wanna step and test the rep I got
I said `Wait a second,
check inside my coat for a shank`
they must be imagining that I`m money in the bank
they`ll get spanked
cause I`m not the nigga
I got bigga brothers waiting in the bushes
to mush kids
I talk when I wanna talk
never silence
violence erupts when I clown ya
catch a beat down ya
cause I never back away from niggas
even if you gotta pistol
I dare ya pull the trigga
but that`s suicide
either you must die
or I must
so why bust me
cause I`m guilty
of being in the wrong place
at the wrong time
comin` at ya in the wrong state of mind
I`m now in a hurry
a pow when a flurry
of bullets come speeding by
I needn`t die
I gotta make tracks & take back my words
I eat `em
cause everybody knows I didn`t beat `em...
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Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
I`m out on the town
I don`t frown at people
cause they tend to get offended
and then the heat will
be on my ass
I got class
never out of line, cause
I`m standing here without a nine
pistols I wish will not blast me
TAZ be circlin` corners
lookin` for Warners
you know the Brothers
me & you
we didn`t do shit
but we get hassled
because we crew & we rollin`
this is my car
it isn`t stollen
I hope you catch a slug
straight in your colon
when ya walkin` the beat
I bet ya gotta sheet hangin` up in ya closet
phuck this law shit
but there is two laws to follow, you know
there is laws of the city
and there`s laws of the ghetto
I go to clubs with a smile on my face
just in case niggas look & wanna whyle in the place
cause of jealousy
Del is me
only me
niggas walkin` in poppin` shit
that`s who the phonies be
peep it one night
and you`ll see it it`s quite clear
since we all know now
that`s why we`re
never in the wrong place @ the wrong time!
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Damn, I hate cops!
I need to bust they chops
always gettin` props for the niggas they pop
peep,
I smoke weed
get weeded
cause I need it to calm my nerves before a pig get bleeded
I got busted for less than a gram of hash
they wanna cram my ass
in the slammer
that punk po-po
bringin` back hash from Amsterdam is a no-no
I didn`t know they would catch me
punk mutt fetch me
stretched me out at Customs
gotta bust `em
I can`t call it
they found it in my wallet
now Customs got me
and I just can`t stall it
I wish they would leave me alone
dog lookin` at me like
feed me a bone
he might bite me
very likely
they had to strike me with a fine or time
I said fine
mines was 500 bones
for a gram of hash
my mind was blown
come back to Michigan
so we can pitch again
federal offense
now I better go & convince the judge...
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