Man, that's all he gets is a year man, hell nah!   Hey, what's all this? Hey, stop all this confusion   Hey, order in the court   You're guilty      No, I'm not guilty, you're guilty   Law makers, politicians, business men, the police   You don't see no black folks dropping packages out of airplanes   You don't see none of that, you're the reason why, I'm a criminal   You're the reason why I'm the ice cream man      I spent hella time on the block late and I feel safe   As long as I can shoot the glock straight   So come, get the greenery, rush to the bank, collect yo doe   Make sho you got yo bucks in yo hand, 'cuz the man   (Be comin' around the mountian when he come)      That's a rigg up, I rather swallow my yay an' shit slugs   Fuck task, it's a must, I bubble   So many rocks in my jaw, I feel like Barney Rubble   I got my pager an; my bus pass   Grab my Avion water juss in case I had to dust task      It was about four otha niggaz on the spot grindin'   One was on my team smokin' hamps an' poppin' leads   (Knock on weed, nigga, fuck that, knock on weed, you got a twenty?)   Gave up two tens an' a bump 'cuz I had plenty      Not even knowin' what I juss did   Put the money in my pocket an' headed back to the crib   Got a tingle on my dick feelin' bad   Looked up an' seen task cars comin' at me      So I bounced through a buildin', lost all my cash   Swallowed my rocks, ditched my pager, I'm haulin' ass   Then found myself by Blyman's house, thinkin' about juice   Hit the turf, sky out through the roof      But that plan was cancelled, betta give up   Betta throw yo hands up, here comes the man   The gloves on the other hand   Got on my knees, crossed my legs, then threw up my hands      One of them yelled,"Bitch, hit the deck!"   Kevin Reese grabbed the stick an' almost broke my neck   I'm handcuffed on the ground wit a foot in my back   Then they asked me, "Hey where the fuck our money at?"      Now I'm stressin' 'cuz the dogs right beside me   They took me down so that the under could identify me   You got the right one baby, shot me downtown   Threw me in a cell that's drivin' me crazy      So they booked me, walked me through the court door   Stripped me down an' gave me some drawls the next nigga wore   I'm in my pad makin' phone calls so I can post bail   Go home an' then put on my own drawls      Got in touch wit my nigga Yuk, what's up fool?   I got a quarter ounce hidden in the cut   Snatch it up, get it off, come an' get me   Before I go back to court an' they judge can get wit me   'Cuz the D-A was talkin' nonsense at my arraignment   An' think she's still talkin' the same shit, the