The First 48 Apollo Brown & O.C.

[Verse 1]
Living this street life, not thinking about repercussions
Young'uns nowadays be buggin'
Too cool for school, not hearing a word we tell them
I try to take them out the rain and put them under my umbrella
To the wrong things exposed, their ears is closed
I let them know fear's good and keeps niggas on they toes
Not the type of fear of another man, of course
See the hood is Van Damme, survival's a Bloodsport
Straight-shot wizard, hitting kids on the playground
Not specific on the targets he laid down
Murder is the case now, you in the place now
Apprehended by the law, slammed face-down
You claim accusations were false
Was nowhere near the scene when the gunfire popped off
Haven't been round recent, yet you in the precinct
And about to break down, facing interrogators

[Hook]
(In the white room) [x2]
Facing interrogators in that
(white room)
(In the white room)
You and your mans are facing interrogators in that
(white room)
(In the white room)
Snitch niggas talking, running they mouths in that
(white room)
(In the white room)