Wrong Place Del the Funky Homosapien

[Verse 1]
I writes rhymes for rehearsal
But first, chill, I gotta little story to tell ya
How I almost caught a...bad one
Add one to the list of 2,001 stupid things to do
I had crew when they stepped at a party
Hardly even known I own a Smith & Wesson but it's restin' at home
In a shoe box, they see crews jock
So they wanna step and take the rep I got
I said, "Wait a second", check inside my coat for a shank
They must be imaginin' that I'm money in the bank
They'll get spanked
'Cause I'm not the nigga
I got bigger brothers waiting in the bushes to mush kids
I talk when I wanna talk, never silence
Violence erupts when I clown ya, catch a beat down, yeah
'Cause I never back away from niggas
Even if you gotta pistol, I dare ya pull the trigger
But that's suicide, either you must die or I must, so why bust me?
'Cause I'm guilty of being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Comin' at ya in the wrong state of mind
I'm, out in a hurry, a pow and a flurry
Of bullets come speedin' by, I needn't die
I gotta make tracks and take back my words
I eat 'em 'cause everybody knows I didn't beat 'em