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 two thousand & one
Stupid things to do

I had crew when they stepped at a party
Hardly even known I own a Smith & Wesson
But it's restin' at home in a shoe box
They see crews jock
So they wanna step & take the rep I got

I said, “Wait a second, check inside my coat for a shank”
They must be imaginin' that I'm money in the bank
They'll get spanked 'cause I'm not the [bad word] 
I got bigga brothers waiting in the bushes to mush kids

I talk when I wanna talk, never silence
Violence [bad word] 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 [bad word] #39; at ya in the wrong state of mind

I'm now in a hurry a pow when a flurry
Of [bad word] speedin' 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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I'm out on the town, I don't frown at people
'Cause they tend to get offended an' then the heat will
Be on my [bad word]  I got class never out of line
'Cause I'm standin' here without a nine

Pistols, I wish will not blast me
Taz be circlin' corners lookin' for Warners
You know the Brothers, me an' you
We didn't do [bad word] but we get hassled because we crew

An' we rollin', this is my car, it isn't stolen
I hope you catch a slug straight in your colon
When ya walkin' the beat, I bet ya gotta [bad word] 
Hangin' up in ya closet, [bad word] this law [bad word] 

But there is two laws to follow, you know
There is laws of the city an' the laws of the ghetto
I go to clubs with a smile on my face
Just in case niggas look an' wanna whyle in the place

'Cause of jealousy, Del is me, only me
Niggas walkin' in poppin' [bad word]  that's who the phonies be
Peep it one night an' you'll see it is quite clear
Since we all know now that's why we're
Never in the wrongplace at the wrong time

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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 an' 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 [bad word] back to Michigan so we can pitch again
Federal offense, now I better go and convince the judge

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