Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Riker's Island lyrics

[Intro] Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice You do the crime, you're payin the price Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND [Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle This is a jungle where the murderers mingle They say the place is crowded but there's room for you Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock With a real nice device that's called a sock lock Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates Posses will devour, punks with power After the shower it's, rush hour So watch your back before you get sacked These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND [Verse 2: Kool G. Rap] C-74, adolescents at warPut your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared (Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped If you don't got a game, you get beaten and slain And scared as a mouse in a house of pain So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock You might be coolin, you might be stylin But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while So keep your money pilin, keep profilin Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island