[ VERSE 1 ]  It was a quarter to eight, Jazz was runnin late  I was layin in bed with a girl that would tailgate  When he showed up enraged about a headline  That said I committed a crime  It said that I was the trigger man  And that I had the 50 grand  It was a frame-up, why was I set up?  I think it's because I don't let up  But before I could give my statement  Police cold rushed in my tenement  They guns ready to fire for some violence  "You have the right to remain silent"  Cuffed behind my back, pushed into a car  What the hell is this, I'm a rap star  Down at the station behind a closed door  Interrogated by the fuckin law  What they heard was word of mouth, there's no truth to it  So I sit in a bottomless pit  With criminals, I'm no criminal, why am I treated like one?  Yo, what have I done?  Nothin, so give me my justice  The system is a joke, I don't trust this  Again and again they said, "Listen, son  All we wanna know is: who got the gun?"    (Gotta get away  Gotta get away, run)    [ VERSE 2 ]  I was smacked and beaten down with a nitestick  By these cops that are fuckin hicks  I cursed their mamas down to their grannies  To shut the fuck up was what they demand me  My bond was set, Chilly Dee had the bail  I'm raisin hell as I lift from my cell  Back at the Syndicate headquarters  Tryin to get my thoughts in order  So I called the Syndicate ringleader  Ice-T told me he didn't know either or  Who wanted me behind bars  Was it a rival rap star?  Chilly-D said, "Yo, don't dwell on it  Their story will never stick"  I said, "Word em up, let's go get a bite to eat  Car system boomin a funky beat  After a hour or so of grubbin and talkin  Check was paid, to the car we start walkin  Two cars pull up, one in front, one in back  Uzi in my face, now I'm kidnapped  Faces in the car, I knew none  With the question from the driver: "Who got the gun?"    (Gotta get away  Gotta get away, run)    [ VERSE 3 ]  Chained against the wall like a wild beast  This smelled like the dirt of police  They said, "Give up the gun," I don't need it  Mistaken idendity was how I pleaded  They questioned my whereabouts on June 5th  When a cop entered the room  He said, "Fuck it, put a bullet through the nigger"  Out of this hell hole I had to figure  The bossman told em to chill on the kill  He said, "Listen, we will front you a deal  You can keep the money, here's a kilo for fun  But all you gotta do is get us the gun"  They stepped off, so I tried to relax  But felt uneasy by the sound of rats  Piecin away on the wooden door  This is a long way from bein on tour  Too strong to weap, won't sell myself cheap  Slowly but surely I was fallin asleep  With a thought on my mind that continued to run  I would like to know - who got the gun?    (Gotta get away  Gotta get away, run)    [ VERSE 4 ]  I was awaken by the sound of car tires  And then I heard gunfire  And I knew the Syndicate was gunnin  By the sound of the enemies runnin  Spike held his gun on the head honcho  He had no choice but to show them  Where I was at, Randy Mac shot his gat  On the sucker he dissed who tried to diss back  I was freed, but we was still on a mission  To take out those who did not listen  To my warning that the Syndicate was large  We let loose a brutal barrage  Vic was quick, Ice was nice, Islam dropped napalm  Bronx Style took a bullet in his arm  He didn't feel it, so many caps, he had to peel it  If you wasn't down, we had to kill it  I would show an all-out Rambo  Lettin off a round of ammo  When I stumbled upon their drug operation  And a cop who wanted me dead  He tried to pull out, but my gun rang out  Quicker than his, as he cried out  In pain, as he fell out  It was the end, his lights went out  With the same thought that weighed a ton  I will never know who had the gun