Pipe bomb in my trunk got a nine in my lap
 I'm layin' for a sprayin' tonight there's no playin'
 My posse's most strapped tonight the crew's weighin'
 Dust is burnin' the steering wheel's turnin'
 I'm out a week I'm already earnin'
 Suckers crossed tonight it's their loss
 Payback time boy life's the cost
 Gauges out the window one lay cross the roof
 They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof
 I'm rollin' death tollin',of course the car's stolen
 But I'm blind to what's wrong,all I want is what's golden
 A fool in a fight,too dumb to know right
 Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights

 Drama (x4)

 Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less
 I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest
 Copped another piece,hit the dark streets
 Rollin' once again,fuck the damn police
 Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro,459 on his mind car stereos
 He said the spot was sleep,he cased the joint a week
 3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep
 Got Alpines,Fishes,JVC's,
 Motorola Phones,Sony Color TV's
 Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze
 Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights

 Drama (x4)

 4 in the morning,lights in my face
 That's the time,you know the place
 Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass
 Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass
 "What's your date of birth?"..."What's your real name?"
 I stuck to my alias,I know the game
 If they don't know who you are,then they don't know what you've done
 "You're just makin' this harder on yourself,son"
 I know this shit by heart,I'm too clever
 "Have you ever been arrested before?"
 "Nope,never"
 Da reject all over his face
 You see no confession,no case
 Then my boy started illin',talkin' and tellin'
 Son of a bitch-he was a snitch

 Drama (x6)

 Under I went,I caught a case and half
 He dropped the mallet,then the judge laughed
 Now I'm in the penzo,chillin' like a real pro
 I can't move until the man says go
 A puppet of the big game,an institutional thing
 I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain
 Got knowledge from school books,instead of street crooks
 Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks
 The joint is like an oven of caged heat
 You're just a number,another piece of tough meat
 Killers and robbers are all you great
 Act soft you will get beat
 On death row they got their own hot seat
 For those who feel that they are truly elite
 The last thing you see's a priest
 The lights dim-your life ends

 Drama