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' for Warners you know the Brothers me & you we didn't do shit but we get hassled because we crew & we rollin' this is my car it isn't 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 there's 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 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 @ the wrong time! [CHORUS] 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 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 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... [CHORUS]