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