Deadly Venoms - Wrong Place lyrics

Yo, this episode happen out in New York
Nice scenery candlelight dinner
Cutie spending mad cream on me
It wasn't a dream though
I met him out in Reno
Shooting craps in a hotel lobby casino
When he hit me with the digit's, it was 718
I'm Carolina bound, baby
But I made it a date
It was the 10th of June, sex was too soon
But we was stopping
Like candid, a whole afternoon, I can't lie
He had me caught in a zone but why, but why
Cuz he was bad, bad, b-b-b bad to the bone
He said meet me at home
I said I'm rolling with you
He said nah baby chill
I got some things to do i was like, cool
But caught an attitude with me
He never even told me his real name
The secrets were making me sick
But, I dealt with it
Each card I walked into was sick
But he insist, caught in the mix
Gun fire blasting like blaow, blaow
I had wished it would happen anytime but now
Right before my eyes, it was bad news
Went over to the car
He was bloody from his head to his shoes
Remains a mystery, he knew when the hit made
But now I know
Why dudes in New York keep a nickname

I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
Gave the wrong sign
Now I'm off and on the crooked line
With the quickness, a weakness
Somebody better handle their business

Yo, cats stay fit, running
Through the Bricks, ducking hit's
My dog, big jaws on the hill
Wreck you waiting this
We thug grimeys, we don't give a what
Queensbridge be the place where out
Of town brothers get stuck
But on the real, you know the deal
Cuz cat came through fronting
Got his nappy headed cap peeled
Phony cats think it's hot and sweet
But then ya'll bitch out
When ya'll sitting in the heat seat
So now you know it's on the real
But blood is dripping out your dome piece
Dropping from the hot steel
Another thug left dead
Another unsolved case for the homicide feds
Another thug left dead
Another unsolved case for the homicide feds

I'm having deja vu
The fucking bouncer from the block party
Wanna creep on you, ain't no telling
Pat me when I'm still yelling
All on your ear, protect your rear
Shit is getting real up in here
You playing me near
I think you better back down, slow your role
Stay on your tippy toes, prepare them hoes
Let 'em know whose running this shit
Sink in the pit
Send in the fools on some gangsta shit
Suprise, muthafuckas better open they eyes
Realize who thug shit, blow when they die
Is what they saying to homey, done past away
My dun dun, bringing heat to the streets
Talking the thug


Snake and creep like me slidded out the jam
Right into the jelly
Avenging starving Marvin
My underarms are smelly
I just got out the pen, let me in, let me in
I need to sip some gin
Just cuz shit is looking grim
Like Klik Ga Bow
I ain't know the niggas were foul
They got me caught up in the mix
With they crooked ass style
I can't believe, that I can go down
I'm large like Marge
And I ain't with the gun charge
So all you coppers and the
Pilots in the helicopters
Out to proper, to be a squad car hopper
Now I done told you once
I ain't ever know his name
What you need to do
Is trust change all on my fame
Yeah I'm the one that they talking about
Yo, Storm and Russ, niggas get me out
I love my Wu Tang culture
And I'm bailing on you vultures
And going all out on my
Business like I'm supposed to