Wrong Place - Deadly Venoms

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 digits, 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 hits

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