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Cruisin' for a bruisin' I'm talkin' 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'

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
on his mind car stereos

He said the spot was sleep
he cased the joint a week

a.m. on the dot inside we creep

Got Alpines

Motorola Phones
Sony Color TV's

Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze

Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights

Drama (x4)

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?


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

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