Wrong Day

by Hernan   Feb 10, 2005


I was walking in the mall
When i saw this guy, running through the halls
He was carrying a purse
In the way back, i could hear an old lady screaming"Give me back my purse!"
Little bastard stealing from an old lady
Maybe he never met his grandmother,maybe
Maybe he's just a down low guy of the streets thinking his slick
He then found out after he was hit with my clip
3 shots to the head, 2 to the chest
I felt bad, i must confess
The same guy that had robbed me when i was 12 years old
Stole my gold chain, the one my dead grandfather had gave me when i was 4 years old
Couldn't let that happen to someone's grandmother
This is the hood homey, we all know everybody
That guy came from Miami to New York
Thought he was slick, until he hit the floor
We don't play around here with that bulls**t
A nigga would just come around with his clip
So before you try to steal a purse from a lady
Make sure you ain't in New York
'Cause after wards you'll be hitting the pavement

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