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