Del The Funky Homosapien

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 its 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 shank
they must be imagining that Im money in the bank
theyll get spanked
cause Im not the nigga
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 niggas
even if you gotta pistol
I dare ya pull the trigga
but thats suicide
either you must die
or I must
so why bust me
cause Im guilty
of being in the wrong place
at the wrong time
comin at ya in the wrong state of mind
Im now in a hurry
a pow when a flurry
of bullets come speeding by
I neednt die
I gotta make tracks & take back my words
I eat em
cause everybody knows I didnt beat em...
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"Being in the wrong place at the wrong time"
Im out on the town
I dont frown at people
cause they tend to get offended
and then the heat will
be on my ass
I got class
never out of line, cause
Im standing here without a nine
pistols I wish will not blast me
TAZ be circlin corners
lookin for Warners
you know the Brothers
me & you
we didnt do shit
but we get hassled
because we crew & we rollin
this is my car
it isnt stollen
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
phuck this law shit
but there is two laws to follow, you know
there is laws of the city
and theres laws of the ghetto
I go to clubs with a smile on my face
just in case niggas look & wanna whyle in the place
cause of jealousy
Del is me
only me
niggas walkin in poppin shit
thats who the phonies be
peep it one night
and youll see it its quite clear
since we all know now
thats why were
never in the wrong place @ the wrong time!
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Damn, I hate cops!
I need to bust they chops
always gettin props for the niggas 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 ass
in the slammer
that punk po-po
bringin back hash from Amsterdam is a no-no
I didnt know they would catch me
punk mutt fetch me
stretched me out at Customs
gotta bust em
I cant call it
they found it in my wallet
now Customs got me
and I just cant stall it
I wish they would leave me alone
dog lookin 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 & convince the judge...
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[ Wrong Place Lyrics ]