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 Shank'



They Must Be Imagining That I'm Money In The Bank



They'll Get Spanked



Cause I'm 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 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 Now In A Hurry



A Pow When A Flurry



Of Bullets Come Speeding By



I Needn't Die



I Gotta Make Tracks & Take Back My Words



I Eat 'em



Cause Everybody Knows I Didn't Beat 'em...



[CHORUS:]



"Being In The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time"



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 Ass



I Got Class



Never Out Of Line, Cause



I'm Standing Here Without A Nine



Pistols I Wish Will Not Blast Me



TAZ Be Circlin' Corners



Lookin