Slaine
Slaine - Mistaken Identity lyrics
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Yo turn this up in your whip. Slaine and Static Select on this shit. Push the seat back and turn the system up. True story. Pay attention to the details. [Scratching:] Thinking about the robbery last week Hey you world, wanna hear a story? This is the tale of lost innocence Stickup kids that's out for cash [Verse 1:] I live in these streets daily so when I write em You can picture these stories supposedly Were seperated by some six degrees Weather you's as thick as thieves, junkies eating Mickey D's Cooking dope in a spoon, rolling up their frickin' sleeves Like Bobby with the burnt out eyes Bruised up veins, lack-luster charm, rotted arms, and used up game Dopesick and sticking old ladies at ATM's With wrinkled skin for eyelids, threw punches and caved them in They had bad habits, badder teens turned stickup kids Turned needle-shooters, turned erratic fiends And now it seems Bobby's doing b and e he's breaking and entering Taking what's tempting and hopping fences till his ankles are bent again Race for the hotbox, stolen 'caine and X-Box, a couple games A couple lames in the front seat swerving lanes Flipping middle fingers at suburban dames Driving by whose pussies got wet filled with nerve is shamed Back to Southie, hopped out the car Then ran their mouths like the fucking dope fiends they are [Scratching:] I need loot so I'm doing what I do Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat He's coming up short cause he snorts coke, dope, nope I hope he don't get caught [Verse 2:] Word on the street it spread to this kid named Ed Whose crib got robbed for X-Box, cocaine, and his bread The block is always watching, it's just the same as the feds But the streets is always fast to put a name with a head It's easier to kill a junkie when he lays in his bed But it's hard to find a snake when the skin he stays in is shed And he leaves his corner, stays inside the Days Inn instead Gets locked up in the Bay adding the days in his head Ed rolled over to Southie with a knife like a faggot Looking for Bobby who committed the robbery, he's trying to stab it He got a habit for murder, he wanna kill him slow He stole some shit out his wife's room he's gonna kill him yo A grey Infinity rolls five-deep up our street He holds the blade inside his hand tightly till their eyes meet Before he stabbed him in the abdomen he screams the wrong name Thought it was Bobby, he punctured his lungs with the long shank Jumped into his whip, peddle to the floor with his friends Thinking justice is sweet when it ends with revenge Only problem is Bobby wasn't the dude screaming "Jesus" Bleeding in the street, it was Timmy with the same features He worked for the Boys Club, no drugs, no thugs Now he's slumped in the street choking on his own blood It's mistaken identity [Scratching:] You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go And the game won't change, it's the same old thing