227 ConCreatures Who, me? Nah Blocks Bold I'm in the middle of the street Where it's a thin line between love and hate, woman and mankind Crooked ass police, and them stand up guys Who whip guns in your face, got you catching up to God When the bullets get chased, now you running out of time My very first case was attempted homicide Tried to send me upstate, I was looking at a dime And twenty some odd years I'd rather get tried by a jury of my peers For you hearing that I died, worst case scenario a nigga gotta ride Ten percent denied This ain't the first time I had a million dollar bond Got your man on the stand telling bold face lies The truth always comes to the light You measure being now you lie Always looking man in his eyes I've always been a stand up guy A word I used to know, maybe Another face on the street It wasn't me A word I used to know, maybe Another face on the street It wasn't me It's a classic mix up baby An honest mistake It wasn't me It's a classic mix up baby An honest mistake Now ain't no reason to be speaking to me You got the wrong man, it ain't my fingerprints You must've checked on the wrong man Don't show me no pictures No, I don't know that van, I don't get you You talking zippers, what you mean on my pants? Listen, Captain, I don't comprehend the questions you asking The pills that was found, I thought they was Asprin And I swear, that's my granny, she gon' say I was there And what you got in that description, trust me I never wear Go find you another goofy, cause me I'm a icon If nothing's finna stick, then you can give me my I bond I ain't a snitch and this ain't first 48 I know a snake when I see him, that's why I don't fuck with the Jakes Could be telling you anything But I ain't going, fuck a public defender My nigga I gotta lawyer A word I used to know, maybe Another face on the street It wasn't me A word I used to know, maybe Another face on the street It wasn't me