Cruisin' for a bruisin',I'm talkin' no crap  Pipe bomb in my trunk,got a nine in my lap  I'm layin' for a sprayin',tonight there's no playin'  My posse's most strapped,tonight the crew's weighin'  Dust is burnin',the steering wheel's turnin'  I'm out a week,I'm already earnin'  Suckers crossed,tonight it's their loss  Payback time,boy,life's the cost  Gauges out the window,one lay cross the roof  They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof  I'm rollin' death tollin',of course the car's stolen  But I'm blind to what's wrong,all I want is what's golden  A fool in a fight,too dumb to know right  Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights    Drama [x4]    Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less  I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest  Copped another piece,hit the dark streets  Rollin' once again,fuck the damn police  Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro,459 on his mind car stereos  He said the spot was sleep,he cased the joint a week  3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep  Got Alpines,Fishes,JVC's,  Motorola Phones,Sony Color TV's  Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze  Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights    Drama [x4]    4 in the morning,lights in my face  That's the time,you know the place  Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass  Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass  "What's your date of birth?"..."What's your real name?"  I stuck to my alias,I know the game  If they don't know who you are,then they don't know what you've done  "You're just makin' this harder on yourself,son"  I know this shit by heart,I'm too clever  "Have you ever been arrested before?"  "Nope,never"  Da reject all over his face  You see no confession,no case  Then my boy started illin',talkin' and tellin'  Son of a bitch-he was a snitch    Drama [x6]    Under I went,I caught a case and half  He dropped the mallet,then the judge laughed  Now I'm in the penzo,chillin' like a real pro  I can't move until the man says go  A puppet of the big game,an institutional thing  I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain  Got knowledge from school books,instead of street crooks  Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks  The joint is like an oven of caged heat  You're just a number,another piece of tough meat  Killers and robbers are all you great  Act soft you will get beat  On death row they got their own hot seat  For those who feel that they are truly elite  The last thing you see's a priest  The lights dim-your life ends    Drama