Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm talkin' no crap   Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap   I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'   My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'   Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'   I'm out a week, I'm already earnin'   Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss   Payback time, boy, life's the cost      Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof   They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof   I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen   But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden   A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right   Fuckin' blue light, read'em their rights      Drama   Drama   Drama   Drama      I Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less   I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest   Copped another piece, hit the dark streets   Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police   Called up my friend Joe, a roof job pro   459 on his mind car stereos   He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week   3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep      Got Alpines, Fishes, JVC's,   Motorola Phones, Sony Color TV's   Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze   Fuckin' blue lights, read'em their rights      Drama   Drama   Drama   Drama      4 in the morning, lights in my face   That's the time, you know the place   Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass   Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass   "What's your date of birth?", "What's your real name?"   I stuck to my alias, I know the game   If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done   "You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son"      I know this shit by heart, I'm too clever   "Have you ever been arrested before?" "Nope, never"   Da reject all over his face   You see, no confession, no case   Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin'   Son of a bitch, he was a snitch      Drama   Drama   Drama      Drama   Drama      Under I went, I caught a case and half   He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed   Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro   I can't move until the man says go   A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing   I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain   Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks   Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks      The joint is like an oven of caged heat   You're just a number, another piece of tough meat   Killers and robbers are all you greet   Act soft you will get beat   On death row they got their own hot seat   For those who feel that they are truly elite   The last thing you see's a priest   The lights dim, your life ends      Drama