Hieroglyphics - Wrong Place lyrics

Verse One: 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 check' They must be imagining that I'm money in the bank They'll get spanked Cause I'm not the n***a 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 n***as 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 out in a hurry A pow and a flurry Of bullets come speeding by I needn't die I gotta make tracks and take back my words I eat 'em Cause everybody knows I didn't beat 'em... Hook: Being in the wrong place at the wrong time Verse Two: When 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 a** I got cla** 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 and you We didn't do sh** But we get ha**led Because we crew and we rollin' This is my car it isn't stolen 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 f** this law sh** But there is two laws to follow, you know There's the laws of the city And the laws of the ghetto I go to clubs with a smile on my face Just in case n***as look and wanna whyle in the place Cause of jealousy Del is me only me n***as walkin' in poppin' sh** 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 at the wrong time! Hook Verse Three: Damn, I hate cops! I need to bust they chops Always gettin' props for the n***as 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 a** in the slammer 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 look 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 and convince the judge... Hook