Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm takin' no crap
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'
s**ers 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 s**ers ain't bullet proof
I'm rollin' d**h 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
f**in' blue light, read 'em their rights
Drama (x4)
I 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, f** the damn police
Called up my boy Joe, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos
He said the spot was sleek, 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 ride packed up 'til we heard "Freeze"
f**in' 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 gla**
Detects in effect cold doggin' my a**
"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 sh** by heart, I'm too clever
"Have you ever been arrested before?" Nope, never
D.A. reject all over his face
You see, no confession, no case
Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'
Son of a b**h, 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 'til 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
k**ers and robbers are all you greet
Act soft you will get beat
On d**h 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