Slaine - Mistaken Identity lyrics
[Slaine - Mistaken Identity lyrics]
Yo turn this up in your whip
Cause Slaine and Statik Selektah on this shit
Push the seat back and turn the system up
True story pay attention to the details
"Think about the robbery last week" - Wyclef
"Hey Young World
Wanna hear a story?" - Jay-Z
"This is a tale, of lost innocence" - Jay-Z
"Stick up kids that's out for tax!" - Jay-Z
I live in these streets daily so when
I write 'em you can picture these
Stories supposedly were seperated by
Some six degrees
Whether youse as thick as thieves
Junkies eatin Mickey D's
Cookin dope in a spoon
Rollin up their frickin sleeves
Like Bobby with the burnt out eyes
Bruised up veins
Lackluster charm, rotted arms
And used up game
Dopesick and stinkin old ladies at ATM's
With wrinkled skin for eyelids
Threw punches and caved them in
They had bad habit's
Badder teens turned stickup kids
Turned needle-shooters, turned erratic fiends
And now it seems Bobby's doin B&Es
Breakin and enterin
Takin what's temptin and hoppin fences 'til
His ankles are bent again
Race for the hotbox, stolen 'caine and X-Box
A couple games, a couple lames in the
Front seat swervin lanes
Flippin middle fingers at suburban dames
Driving by whose pussies got wet
Filled with nervous shames
Back to Southie, hopped out the car
Then ran their mouths like the
Fuckin dope fiends they are
"I need loot, so I'm doin what I do" - 2Pac
"Junkies in the alley with the
Baseball bat" - Melle Mel
"He's coming up short cause
He snorts coke, dope, nope" - Kool G rap
"I hope he don't get caught" - Kool G rap
Word on the street it spread
To this kid named Ed
Whose crib got robbed for X-Box, cocaine
And his bread the block is always watchin
It's just the same as the feds
But the streets is always fast to
Put a name with a head
It's easier to kill a junkie when
He lays in his bed
But, it's hard to find a snake when
The skin he stays in his shed
And he leaves his corner
Stays inside the Days Inn instead
Gets locked up in the Bay addin
The days in his head
Ed rolled over to Southie with
A knife like a faggot
Lookin for Bobby who committed the robbery
He's tryin to stab it
He got a habit for murder
He wanna kill him slow
He stole some shit out his wife's
Room he's gonna kill him yo
A grey Infiniti rolls five deep up our street
He holds the blade inside his hand
Tightly 'til their eyes meet
Before he stabbed him in the abdomen
He screams the wrong name
Thought it was Bobby
He punctured his lungs with the long shank
Jumped into his whip
Pedal to the floor with his friends
Thinkin justice is sweet when
It ends with revenge
Only problem is Bobby wasn't
The dude screamin Jesus
Bleedin in the street
It was Timmy with the same features
He worked for the Boys Club, no drugs
No thugs now he's slumped in the street
Chokin on his own blood
It's mistaken identity
"You know the evil that men do
Hell is where the men go" - Kool G rap
"And the game won't change
It's the same old thing" - AZ
Cause Slaine and Statik Selektah on this shit
Push the seat back and turn the system up
True story pay attention to the details
"Think about the robbery last week" - Wyclef
"Hey Young World
Wanna hear a story?" - Jay-Z
"This is a tale, of lost innocence" - Jay-Z
"Stick up kids that's out for tax!" - Jay-Z
I live in these streets daily so when
I write 'em you can picture these
Stories supposedly were seperated by
Some six degrees
Whether youse as thick as thieves
Junkies eatin Mickey D's
Cookin dope in a spoon
Rollin up their frickin sleeves
Like Bobby with the burnt out eyes
Bruised up veins
Lackluster charm, rotted arms
And used up game
Dopesick and stinkin old ladies at ATM's
With wrinkled skin for eyelids
Threw punches and caved them in
They had bad habit's
Badder teens turned stickup kids
Turned needle-shooters, turned erratic fiends
And now it seems Bobby's doin B&Es
Breakin and enterin
Takin what's temptin and hoppin fences 'til
His ankles are bent again
Race for the hotbox, stolen 'caine and X-Box
A couple games, a couple lames in the
Front seat swervin lanes
Flippin middle fingers at suburban dames
Driving by whose pussies got wet
Filled with nervous shames
Back to Southie, hopped out the car
Then ran their mouths like the
Fuckin dope fiends they are
"I need loot, so I'm doin what I do" - 2Pac
"Junkies in the alley with the
Baseball bat" - Melle Mel
"He's coming up short cause
He snorts coke, dope, nope" - Kool G rap
"I hope he don't get caught" - Kool G rap
Word on the street it spread
To this kid named Ed
Whose crib got robbed for X-Box, cocaine
And his bread the block is always watchin
It's just the same as the feds
But the streets is always fast to
Put a name with a head
It's easier to kill a junkie when
He lays in his bed
But, it's hard to find a snake when
The skin he stays in his shed
And he leaves his corner
Stays inside the Days Inn instead
Gets locked up in the Bay addin
The days in his head
Ed rolled over to Southie with
A knife like a faggot
Lookin for Bobby who committed the robbery
He's tryin to stab it
He got a habit for murder
He wanna kill him slow
He stole some shit out his wife's
Room he's gonna kill him yo
A grey Infiniti rolls five deep up our street
He holds the blade inside his hand
Tightly 'til their eyes meet
Before he stabbed him in the abdomen
He screams the wrong name
Thought it was Bobby
He punctured his lungs with the long shank
Jumped into his whip
Pedal to the floor with his friends
Thinkin justice is sweet when
It ends with revenge
Only problem is Bobby wasn't
The dude screamin Jesus
Bleedin in the street
It was Timmy with the same features
He worked for the Boys Club, no drugs
No thugs now he's slumped in the street
Chokin on his own blood
It's mistaken identity
"You know the evil that men do
Hell is where the men go" - Kool G rap
"And the game won't change
It's the same old thing" - AZ