SLAINE - Mistaken Identity lyrics

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Yo turn this up in your whip. Slaine and Static Select on this shit. Push the seat back and turn the system up. True story. Pay attention to the details.

Thinking about the robbery last week

Hey you world, wanna hear a story?

This is the tale of lost innocence

Stickup kids that's out for cash

I live in these streets daily so when I write em

You can picture these stories supposedly

Were seperated by some six degrees

Weather you's as thick as thieves, junkies eating Mickey D's

Cooking dope in a spoon, rolling up their frickin' sleeves

Like Bobby with the burnt out eyes

Bruised up veins, lack-luster charm, rotted arms, and used up game

Dopesick and sticking 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 doing b and e he's breaking and entering

Taking what's tempting and hopping fences till his ankles are bent again

Race for the hotbox, stolen 'caine and X-Box, a couple games

A couple lames in the front seat swerving lanes

Flipping middle fingers at suburban dames

Driving by whose pussies got wet filled with nerve is shamed

Back to Southie, hopped out the car

Then ran their mouths like the fucking dope fiends they are

I need loot so I'm doing what I do

Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat

He's coming up short cause he snorts coke, dope, nope

I hope he don't get caught

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 watching, 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 is shed

And he leaves his corner, stays inside the Days Inn instead

Gets locked up in the Bay adding the days in his head

Ed rolled over to Southie with a knife like a faggot

Looking for Bobby who committed the robbery, he's trying 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 Infinity rolls five-deep up our street

He holds the blade inside his hand tightly till 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, peddle to the floor with his friends

Thinking justice is sweet when it ends with revenge

Only problem is Bobby wasn't the dude screaming "Jesus"

Bleeding 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 choking on his own blood

It's mistaken identity

You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go

And the game won't change, it's the same old thing