Who Got the Gun?

[ 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