Mistaken Identity

[Intro] Yo turn this up in your whip Cause Slaine and Statik Selektah on this shit Push the seat back... and turn the system up True story; pay attention to the details [Hook: Statik Selektah scratches] "Think about the robbery... last week" - Wyclef "Hey Young World, wanna hear a story?" - Jay-Z "This is a tale, of lost innocence" - Jay-Z "Stick up kids that's out for tax!" - Jay-Z [Slaine] I live in these streets daily so when I write 'em you can picture these Stories supposedly were seperated by some six degrees Whether youse as thick as thieves, junkies eatin Mickey D's Cookin dope in a spoon, rollin up their frickin sleeves Like Bobby with the burnt out eyes, bruised up veins Lackluster charm, rotted arms, and used up game Dopesick and stinkin old ladies at ATM's With wrinkled skin for eyelids, threw punches and caved them in They had bad habits, badder teens turned stickup kids Turned needle-shooters, turned erratic fiends And now it seems Bobby's doin B&Es, breakin and enterin Takin what's temptin and hoppin fences 'til his ankles are bent again Race for the hotbox, stolen 'caine and X-Box A couple games, a couple lames in the front seat swervin lanes Flippin middle fingers at suburban dames Driving by whose pussies got wet filled with nervous shames Back to Southie, hopped out the car Then ran their mouths like the fuckin dope fiends they are [Hook: Statik Selektah scratches] "I need loot, so I'm doin what I do" - 2Pac "Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat" - Melle Mel "He's coming up short cause he snorts coke, dope, nope" - Kool G. Rap "I hope he don't get caught" - Kool G. Rap [Slaine] Word on the street it spread to this kid named Ed Whose crib got robbed for X-Box, cocaine, and his bread The block is always watchin, it's just the same as the feds But the streets is always fast to put a name with a head It's easier to kill a junkie when he lays in his bed But it's hard to find a snake when the skin he stays in his shed And he leaves his corner, stays inside the Days Inn instead Gets locked up in the Bay addin the days in his head Ed rolled over to Southie with a knife like a faggot Lookin for Bobby who committed the robbery he's tryin to stab it He got a habit for murder he wanna kill him slow He stole some shit out his wife's room he's gonna kill him yo A grey Infiniti rolls five-deep up our street He holds the blade inside his hand tightly 'til their eyes meet Before he stabbed him in the abdomen he screams the wrong name Thought it was Bobby, he punctured his lungs with the long shank Jumped into his whip, pedal to the floor with his friends Thinkin justice is sweet when it ends with revenge Only problem is Bobby wasn't the dude screamin Jesus Bleedin in the street, it was Timmy with the same features He worked for the Boys Club, no drugs, no thugs Now he's slumped in the street chokin on his own blood It's mistaken identity [Outro: Statik Selektah scratching] "You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go" - Kool G. Rap "And the game won't change, it's the same old thing" - AZ