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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