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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